new pages and he’s wearin’ um today

I added a couple of new pages to the blog and I am in process of adding at least one more. Soooo, this blog is back under construction.

Just in case you are wondering about the shoes, he is wearin’ um today and he was lookin mighty fine in those shoes, along with a new shirt I also forced him to buy. I wanted to snap a picture of him sportin‘ um as he headed out the door, but the camera battery was dead. Sorry not to deliver, I know you were thinking about those shoes all day yesterday, and I know you must be devastated not to see them, but I am sure P daddy is relieved.

He needed him some shoes :)

Yes, he needed some shoes. Preacher daddy does not like to buy himself anything, but girls you know there comes a time when you must buy new shoes. In reality, he feels bad about spending money on himself when the kids need stuff. This time I wasn’t hearin’ any of that. I took drug him to several shoe stores and nothing. He wouldn’t settle for anything. Can you imagine ladies going into a shoe store and not seeing anything you like? I think he was secretly holding out thinking that if he continued to say he didn’t like anything I would give up on the new shoe idea. Well, after twenty one years of marriage, he should know when I set my mind on something I usually get my way. That’s why at the fourth store I turned to him and said, “If you don’t get those shoes I am going to take you down right here in the middle of the store. Don’t you for a minute think I won’t?” Soooo, P daddy is now sporting a new pair of shoes.

Just so you know

Bible teachers aren’t always serious.

If your curious…. here is a link with more great pictures and info about the conference. Deeper Still blog.

What can you say?

What can you say after an event like Deeper Still? I have had the privilege to hear these three women before and still am at a loss as to how to share what the event was like.

Priscilla Shirer is such a beautiful and articulate communicator. She spoke about times that we journey though wilderness seasons, just as the children of Israel. It is in the deepest part of our journey that we will

I’m so excited

I am getting ready to go to the Deeper Still conference. I will try to take notes. I really hate to take notes. I don’t mind typing, but I hate to write. I think it came from all the notes I had to take in college. Does anyone know if boxed seats come with wireless? You know I am way out of my league here, so I have no idea. One could only hope. (sigh) Then I could type my notes, and keep you updated. Actually, I will probably be so into the message I won’t think about anything else. It was just a thought which I have few of these days.

fly away already

The baby birds have finally all flown away. I can turn in my night watchman badge. I didn’t realize our neighborhood had so many cats. The last baby left yesterday.

At this point, he really looked more like an adult bird. His brothers and sisters had flown away long ago. I guess it’s kinda like the 28 year old that you think will never leave home. The momma bird had stopped fixing his meals. She would come by occasionally and say, “Get you’re your own food big guy.”

Anyway, yesterday one of my son’s friends came over and we were discussing the reluctant flyer. The boy jumped at the bird and frightened him so that he jumped off the ledge, pooped in mid-air then preceded to fly away. I guess you could say he got the poop scared out of him. I haven’t seen him since. I’m sure momma bird is just as relieved as I am.

we get what we want

On day one of my Bible study, this week it asked us to read 1 Samuel chapter 8. I know these verses well. They have spoken to me in the past and continue to. Israel demands a King so they can be like all the other nations around them. Samuel warns them that is not the Lord’s plan, but they continue. He even tells them all the bad things that are going to happen if they pursue this. They do not relent. Then the Lord said to Samuel, “Listen to them and give them a king.”

Don’t we do that at times? I know I do. I set my mind on what I want. What I think would be best. I lay out my plans before God and ask Him to bless them. He warns, but I do not listen, until finally he says, give them what they want. Kind of like, Ok they will have to learn the hard way.

Bible study and Deeper Still

Last night I had fifteen gals from the church at my house for bible study. P. daddy took the children out for the evening and the house was eerily quiet before the girls arrived. Moments like that are very, very rare around here.

The girls and I will be meeting five times over the summer to go through the book No Other Gods, by Kelly Minter. I of course had to tell them upfront that I am no Beth Moore or Kay Arthur. I am sure they really didn’t need that disclaimer. If they know me at all, they have already figured that one out. I also forgot to tell them I had to talk without

bloggy changes

Well, if you visited the blog yesterday more than once you probably saw the header make several changes. I once again want a change. I want a great picture, a new three column theme and for the blog to be able to do more, but alas the 6.99 go daddy domain is all that is in the blog budget. Anyone have suggestions?

blogaversary

I am a few days late with this, but it’s my blogaversary. I have been rambling now for a year, yes, definitely rambling. I am sure the internet and blog world have appreciated my deep insightful posts, such as baby puke, and my house. Sooo, to celebrate I bought myself a domain name, gotta love those godaddy prices. You can now find me at littlesanctuary.com. Plus, I can’t let preacher daddy be more hip than me.

what only darkness can reveal

My four year old and I sat on the front porch tonight. We had the privilege of watching the stars appear one by one. She sat in my lap and gazed upward as small points of light revealed themselves one by one. It always takes darkness to see those small points of light that we did not notice earlier.

How to drop six pounds in 36 hours. :)

Become infected with a nasty stomach bug then acquire an extremely painful ulcer in your mouth that will not allow you to eat or drink without wincing in pain. I know it could be worse. I should be thankful that it’s not, but right now, I would love to devour my favorite food. A steak fajita is calling my name, but I don’t want just any steak fajita. I want the ones I ate when we lived in Texas. I haven’t had decent fajitas since we left Fort Worth. Tex-Mex at it’s best, yum. Oh, how you want the things you cannot have and when you can have them you don’t really think about them. There’s another blog in that, but right now, I desperately need a nap and some Kanka that will last all of three minutes.

stepping out of my comfort zone

Last night I stepped out of my comfort zone. The local school board and sheriff’s candidates were having a debate and one of the panelists had to drop out, so a friend called me at the last minute to fill the position. That tells me how desperate they really were, because I had never done anything like that before.

I am not an upfront person at all. I am very comfortable being in the background. P. daddy has always been the one who is the front man and I really like it that way. After convincing me that I would in no way be in the limelight, I agreed. Then they called back a few hours later and told me it would be locally televised. At first, I was a little panicked, but then realized most likely; no one is watching that station. After the fact they were right I really wasn’t noticed much only when it was my turn to ask a question. I actually enjoyed myself. The funniest thing to me was how many people spoke to me during the break and after the event. They acted as if I must be somebody special, which made be laugh because only a few hours earlier I was cleaning puke off the floor.

milk and mileage

Well, as a follow up to the last baby puke post the throwing up is not a result of milk and mileage. This stomach bug is taking us out one by one. Last night in the middle of the night, the four year got it. This morning I woke up with it. Now two others are lying around not feeling well. P daddy called from a trip saying he has it. Maybe we will all be better by tomorrow. P daddy has to be he is preaching tomorrow with no back up plan.

baby puke

This morning the baby didn’t seem to want to eat her breakfast. I took her out of the high chair and was holding her, while I sat in the recliner enjoying my morning coffee. That’s when it happened. Baby puke. Being an expert in babies about to puck, I noted the sound of stomach contents traveling up the esophagus. I quickly stood trying to make a run for the hardwood floor, but I was not fast enough. There it was all over the carpet. I am trying to convince myself that it is not a virus that will rapidly sweep through the house. It must be from riding in the van all those hours yesterday. Maybe it is an overload of milk and mileage.

So I spent the rest of my morning trying to clean the carpet with a carpet machine that has seen better days. Perhaps it is on a puke strike. The only part of the cleaner that seems to work is the hand attachment. From the wonderful aroma presently in the room, I don’t think it is working very well. When P daddy gets home, I will tell him it is my new perfume. Wait, he probably won’t notice because I think I have smelled like this for seventeen years.