Monday, March 30, 2009

Hey! Over here!

I'm the sort of person who prays off and on all day (so take that! There was prayer in public school!). And I make a concentrated effort to seriously pray before I go to sleep at night - it's when my mind is usually at its most focused. Now, all of that is not said for you to respond, "Good for YOU, Suzy. You're a good girl." Nope. It's just a bit of background info.

THIS morning I decided to pray for my day before I ever left my soft, comfy bed. And it must have been like waving a red flag in front of a bull to Satan or taping a "Kick Me!" sign of my back. How did he respond?

Lydia woke up in a FOUL mood, and this lead to an exponential increase in the amount of time it took to get out the door this morning. Why would this matter so much on Monday? I have a Bible study group Monday morning, and I REFUSE TO MISS IT. I'd done my homework, and I was determined to go.

Next, my short cut was barricaded this morning. Ok, it had happened last week, but it was open again at the end of the week so I thought it had been fixed. Thanks to that little detour, I had to back track. I finally made it to the sitter's house at the time our group begins. I was, at that point, officially late.

But, I did make it. And God? He was looking out for me. He played Mark Harris's "One True God" on the radio for me. And don't think the lyrics, "I don't have a care that I carry alone," didn't resonate with me while I was struggling to get to my Bible study. He knew I needed to be there, and He got me there. When I got there? That God, He just knows me and loves me just how I need to be loved! He saved me the last as in VERY last piece of quiche and some mandarin oranges. Thanks so much for getting me there, God, for loving me, and providing for me and for pushing Satan out of the way. Who knows how awful this morning would have been without that prayer?

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Spread the Good Word

I just found the neatest tshirts! They are at Wild Olive Tees - go check them out. Free shipping is available through the end of the month. I am so excited about them because as I was reading them I would think, "Oh! That would be perfect for Holly! And that one has Lisa written all over it!" I think I'm going to get one to give away at my Women's Ministry prayer group. I hope it gets here by next Saturday.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

I tried to talk her into the $9 tricycle...

but when she laid eyes on the slightly less eco-friendly electric Jeep, all bets were off. Who could resist a pink Jeep? And really, Mom, how practical is a trike where we live any way? Can you go off road with a trike? And seriously, even in this economy, where else could I get a deal like this besides the Duck, Duck, Goose consignment spring sale?
Can't you just feel her joy? We stay very close (and, shhhh! we keep it in the turtle gear vs. the rabbit) so we can help steer away from trees and push when the wheels start to spin. She just pushes the pedal harder when it's spinning its wheel from lack of traction - doesn't work, but it's fun to watch. I didn't really buy it as work out equipment for myself, but it sure got my heart rate up as I hiked along behind her, jogging to her rescue when she was about to hit something or when she needed a push.

It was a good day! AND the Hogs won their baseball game!!!
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Thursday, March 5, 2009

A matter of trust

Call me gullible if you want, but I've always been a rather trusting sort of person. For instance, my father was a salesman who often times bought something from his customers. On one particular occasion, he brought home a yellow and white bicycle with the most BEAUTIFUL white basket complete with yellow and white daisies. It was some kind of special. It was a John Deere. This bicycle was clearly meant to be mine. My brother wouldn't have wanted it, and it was a big girl bike so it couldn't have possibly been my younger sister's. No, this glorious creation had to be mine.

Never mind that it didn't have training wheels. My daddy said he'd teach me how to ride without those infantile 4th and 5th wheels. And so he did. He ran along behind me on the side walk, he'd let go for brief periods, grab hold to correct any losses of balance I experienced, then repeat that cycle. I had not a care in the world because there was no way my daddy was going to let me down. If he said I could do it, I could do it.

And, of course, I could ride it without training wheels when he let go. I was doing a fantastic job of riding down that lovely, straight sidewalk. UNTIL

Until I was running out of sidewalk and needed to stop. And there was no one holding onto the back of the bike. Well, of course, you just pedal backward to activate the brakes, right? Ok, I did that. I had a big problem: the bike was too big for me to reach the ground with my butt on the seat. And still, I wasn't worried because there was the most beautiful, soft green grass I would just fall into.

Only it wasn't that soft, and I broke my arm. Unlike my buddy Tonggu Momma, though, I don't remember it hurting much - although I'm sure it must have. What I do remember is how angry my mother was with my father for allowing it to happen and how I got to spend a couple of hours with her during my trip to the ER ALL BY MYSELF. And quality time alone with my mom? Well, it was worth breaking my arm. 

Did I learn anything from that experience? Of course I did! I learned that I had to get off the seat to put my foot down when I needed to stop the bike. It wasn't until I was a grown woman that it ever occurred to me that my dad should have seen that the bike was too big for me or that I'd likely hurt myself trying to ride it. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Red Envelopes

I hope you'll take a few moments to read about the Red Envelope Project, and then I hope you'll feel compelled to send one off.