November 30, 2010

ten!

1) I wish I could donate plasma, and make a few extra desperate bucks.
I can't though.
I don't weigh enough.
Apparently if they take my blood, I could drop dead.


2) Speaking of money....
My little brother is getting me involved in one of those get rich quick schemes.
I can't believe I'm doing it. I feel sheepish.
But, he's paying for everything so I have nothing to lose!


3) Molly has a new fake cry.
It's very loud, and sounds exactly like a barking seal.
I'm talking, exactly like.
It's so funny to hear that sound coming from her little body.


4) Emma has decided that Rose is the most beautiful name ever (because roses are so beautiful....duh).
So now we all have to call her Rose.
"It's my new name, Sunny! Didn't you know???"


5) There's a little kid next door who's leg got ran over by the ice cream truck this summer.
Broke his leg.

*respectful silence*

He has to wear a cast.
Moral to the story: Never chase the ice cream truck. This could happen to YOU.


6) Do ice cream truck drivers have to have a special kind of insurance for this sort of occurrence?
Do they have a sign on the back of their rig saying, Not responsible for any accidents incurred while chasing this truck?


7) I got The Great Mouse Detective for the girls the other night.
I loved that movie when I was little.
That one, and All Dogs Go To Heaven.
The girls were entranced.
Emma thought everything was real. She kept telling Lily, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!!! THIS PART IS VERY SCARY!!!"
And she told me later, "I didn't want Lily to have nightmares about the bad rat."
Lily my foot.
Emma dear, you were the scaredy cat.


8) It's so cold that when I went grocery shopping the other day, my milk and bananas froze in my car in between stores.
But, I'm still not tired of this snow.
I love it!


9) Hannah and I were trying to shovel Jack and Mary Ann's driveway the other day.
I've never shoveled, and it must've shown because the next thing I knew, one neighbor had brought over his snow blower for me to use, and another neighbor came over to shovel everything I missed.
Thank you, unknown neighbors.
You were very kind, and I appreciated it.


10) HA!
It's Tuesday,
and this is ten!
That's a first:)

November 28, 2010

deep down

Con-tent, adj.    held, contained within limits;
                          hence, quiet; not disturbed;
                          having a mind at peace;
                          easy; satisfied.


Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
~Hebrews 13:5


The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
~Psalm 16:6


My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.
~Psalm 63:5


I feel,
deep down,
in my soul,
happy,
contentment.

November 27, 2010

thankful-er + shebang + happy

Thanksgiving Day has always been.....the holiday before Christmas.
Christmas is my favorite holiday, always will be.
You'll not get any apologies from me on that one, but this year, I have loved Thanksgiving!
The weather. The dinner. The friends. The family. The food. The church services. The decorations.
The whole shebang.
Even the turkey, and that's saying alot....I don't like turkey. But this year, I ate it with gusto. I drew the line at pumpkin pie though. I cannot eat pumpkin pie.
Maybe it's that I feel more thankful than usual this year.
I'm thankful-er.
This year Thanksgiving didn't get lost in the Christmas anticipation, it just made Christmas seem even better.
It was like Christmas and Thanksgiving were holding hands. Go ahead, you can laugh at my metaphor, but it's the only way I can think of to describe it.

I'm going to give you the play-by-play....because it makes me happy to do so.

Blizzards and snow this week. Maybe you don't care for a big fat blizzard, but I. love. it.
I love being snowed in. We weren't actually snowed in, but I did manage to get my car stuck in a big snow drift....in the driveway. Tim had to utilize his North Dakota Blizzard Skills to dig me out.
I love curling up in bed with Emma and Shirley Temple's Curly Top.
I love looking out the window at all the snow with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand.
I love going out in my snow boots, and puffy coat.
And, although I hate the bad roads, I love feeling like Super Woman when I get safely from point A to point B.
I even made it up the Highlands hill, while doing some serious, "Please, God, please don't let me slide back down this hill. Pleasepleaseplease."



I love this one. She looks so chubby in her snow suit!



I'm dog-sitting for Jack and Mary Ann all week, and making a few bucks. Yay for $$$!
And, I'm glad, Jack, that you were able to go down to Boise after all, in spite of the weather, although you could've had Thanksgiving with us if you had stayed....

I cooked. Yep, you heard me right, I cooked.
I made homemade mac n' cheese, and Oreo balls.
The mac n' cheese was a hit, but the Oreo balls....well, at least they tasted good. I think the white chocolate was defective. It wouldn't stick. The stupid stuff stuck perfectly well when Karen took over though.
I looked murderous looks at that white chocolate when Karen walked out.

Can you tell which are mine, and which ones are Karen's?


We had Thanksgiving dinner at Derek and Lisa's, and ended up having a huge crowd of people.
I loved everything about it.
Being there for 7 hours because no one wanted to leave.
Having so much food, it was ridiculous.



Hearing Tim say that he cries when he watches The Biggest Loser.
Trying to keep the babies from falling down the stairs....forty million times. It was like they had a death wish.


Meeting new friends. Hi there, Talia! Nice to meet you again:)
Seeing old friends.
Hugging old friends.

The grown-up's table


The single's table. Even Molly had to sit with us.

Pumpkin rolls.
Watching the snow fall, and discussing at length whether or not we would have another record breaker snow.
Playing Apples to Apples, and laughing our heads off.
Watching the kids watch TV.


Engrossed
Sparkling cider.
Tracy's spicy hot cider stuff.
Watching the kids sled off the roof.
Going to the farmer's field for some more serious sledding in the dark.
Lugging back a bunch of tired kiddos.





Taking pictures of everyone having a good time.
Eating and eating some more.
Just sitting around talking with each other.


The hostess taking a break.

It was a wonderful day. (and Heather came over that night for a night-before-Black-Friday-shopping slumber party)
I loved every. single. bit. of it.

Thank you, Lord.

November 25, 2010

thanksgiving day

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!

I've got big plans for the day, and I'll tell you all about the whole shebang later, when I have the time.
Meanwhile.....
May your hearts be full of food and gladness today!

November 24, 2010

day seven

On the seventh day of Thanksgiving:

Lord in heaven,
my Friend,
my Beloved.

I don't have the words in me to fully express Your goodness to me.
I can try, but it's just not good enough.
I like the way 2 Samuel, chapter 22 describes You.
David has You pegged in that one.



And he said, The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;
The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence.
I will call on the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
When the waves of death compassed me, the floods of ungodly men made me afraid;
The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried to my God: and he did hear my voice out of his temple, and my cry did enter into his ears.
Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations of heaven moved and shook, because he was wroth.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it.
He bowed the heavens also, and came down; and darkness was under his feet.
And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: and he was seen upon the wings of the wind.
And he made darkness pavilions round about him, dark waters, and thick clouds of the skies.
Through the brightness before him were coals of fire kindled.
The LORD thundered from heaven, and the most High uttered his voice.
And he sent out arrows, and scattered them; lightning, and discomfited them.
And the channels of the sea appeared, the foundations of the world were discovered, at the rebuking of the LORD, at the blast of the breath of his nostrils.
He sent from above, he took me; he drew me out of many waters;
He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them that hated me: for they were too strong for me.
They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay.
He brought me forth also into a large place: he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
The LORD rewarded me according to my righteousness: according to the cleanness of my hands hath he recompensed me.
With the merciful thou wilt shew thyself merciful, and with the upright man thou wilt shew thyself upright.
With the pure thou wilt shew thyself pure; and with the froward thou wilt shew thyself unsavoury.
And the afflicted people thou wilt save: but thine eyes are upon the haughty, that thou mayest bring them down.
For thou art my lamp, O LORD: and the LORD will lighten my darkness.
For by thee I have run through a troop: by my God have I leaped over a wall.
As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all them that trust in him.
For who is God, save the LORD? and who is a rock, save our God?
God is my strength and power: and he maketh my way perfect.
He maketh my feet like hinds' feet: and setteth me upon my high places.
He teacheth my hands to war; so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.
Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy gentleness hath made me great.
Thou hast enlarged my steps under me; so that my feet did not slip.
I have pursued mine enemies, and destroyed them; and turned not again until I had consumed them.
And I have consumed them, and wounded them, that they could not arise: yea, they are fallen under my feet.
For thou hast girded me with strength to battle: them that rose up against me hast thou subdued under me.
The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation.
It is God that avengeth me, and that bringeth down the people under me.
And that bringeth me forth from mine enemies: thou also hast lifted me up on high above them that rose up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man.
Therefore I will give thanks unto thee, O LORD, among the heathen, and I will sing praises unto thy name.


When I cried out to You, the earth shook as You flew to my rescue.
You have helped me leap over that wall.
You have blessed me beyond all measure.
From the smallest detail, like grocery shopping, to the greatest decisions, like what church to go to, You help me. You hear me.
You have given me You.

Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O LORD.

November 23, 2010

day six

On the sixth day of Thanksgiving:

When I wake up in the mornings, my hair is every which way. I mean, EVERY which way. Not a pretty sight, but when I wake up at my parents, my dad always tells me, "You're beautiful."

Karen has hives right now, who knows why. And, I've had psoriasis forever. Last night we were sitting together and just talking about nothing when I noticed we were both itching like crazy. "Karen", said I, "it just seems like we have so much more in common lately."
She agreed that it really did seem that way.

When I went to visit Moma last month, I knew she was missing Dad, and looking forward to getting down to Texas to be with him, but she still said to me, "Don't be in a hurry to go. I'm here so long as you are. I want to be."
And I know she meant it. Those weren't empty words.

One time I texted Jackie and said,
i love you like cheese loves crackers, like cold loves winter.
He text back and said,
i love you like flies love poo.
I totally get what he means....I think.

When I told Shelly I would be moving from Alabama to Idaho, she said to me,"I love you, you're my best friend. I wish you didn't have to go. What will I do without you?"

A little while ago, I needed a place to get away to, and Jason said, "If you need a place to sit and think, come here. I'll buy your ticket."

I can't cook and would almost starve if Karen didn't say,"Come over. I made chicken pot pie and chocolate chip cookies."

Any time I can't make up my mind (that would be at least once daily), Tim always says, "This is what I would do if it were me."

Emma was sitting in my lap recently, and she said,"You have bad breath, but that's ok. So do I. I'll still sit in your lap."

When I walk thru the door at Karen's, I can hear the girls screaming,"SUNNY'S HERE!!! Sunny, you're back! We missed you! Can you stay awhile?"

I picked up Lily a few days ago, and she said,"Sunny? I come to your house wif you?"

I looked at my phone awhile back, and saw a text from Jenny,"Mik wanted to say, Sunny, you're a good one!"

This is my family.
This is how they feel about me.
This is why I love them so, and why I'm thankful for them.

Thank you guys for being mine, and for being there.

November 22, 2010

day five

On the fifth day of Thanksgiving:


I got to go 'hunting' with the Hoovers yesterday. It went like this....
We went over to Dan and Kathy's cozy house.
They set all the guns by the back door so they would be easy to get to in a hurry.
We all sat down with a cup of coffee and a pair of binoculars.
We then looked out into the back yard, thru the window, at the herd of literally 8-10 does, and a couple of goofy looking spikes.
We waited for the big buck to show up (Dan said that buck always shows up to check on his harem, right around dusk).
The guys watched the window, and ESPN.
At one point I decided to look out the window, and startled one of the does who happened to be looking back in at us.....Bro. Hoover said if I couldn't be still and stay quiet, he would never take me hunting again. So I took a nap instead. We couldn't have me scaring off all the wildlife, could we?
Then it got dark, and we went home.....buckless....the dumb buck never showed up.
That is totally my kind of hunting.

This time of the year...I likey.
Starbucks hot chocolate with peppermint sticks.
Sitting by the wood stove with a book, or a movie. (Oh, yeah....did I mention that I've learned how to start a fire? Well, I have. You can be proud of me)
Cinnamony candles.
Snow, snow, snow!
Pumpkin logs. *hint, hint, Karen*
Icicles.
All the Christmas stuff that's already out. Decorations, music, lights. (Oh, Christmas tree, I can't wait to see you!)
Fuzzy sweaters.
My brown boots. I heart my brown boots.
My green coat.
Holiday cheer.
Christmas parades. HBC is putting together quite the float. I haven't seen it yet, but I've heard tales.
Seeing my breath in the air.

Ahh.
I'm thankful for this time of the year.
And thank you, Hoovers, for taking me hunting :)

November 21, 2010

day four

On the fourth day of Thanksgiving:

I have a book that Karen gave me for my fifteenth birthday, Stepping Heavenward.
I can't say that I really like the book. The girl and her mother drive me crazy. They're so good. Even when they make mistakes, they still seem perfect. They're constantly running around saving poor, starving people out of the slums. And they always call each other "dear".
If the daughter complains about her breakfast, her mother says something like, "Daughter, dear. Have you read your Bible today? It doesn't sound as if you have. Be thankful for what you have, dearest."
And then Daughter Dear feels properly rebuked, and asks God's forgiveness for her ungratefulness.
Then they hug, and kiss, and discuss God's wonderful bounty as they eat their gruel.
It's that way through the entire book.

Now if it were me, I would complain that my Raisin Bran wasn't Lucky Charms, my moma would say, "then starve, Marv", and then I would starve.
End of story.

Anyway, I picked up that book again the other day, and although it still drives me crazy, there is one thing that I like.
One thing that I wish I had a good grip on.
They put God first in every way. Even when they complain about the breakfast.
In the book it seems overboard, like they're just a couple of goody two shoes, but I wish I could actually be that way in real life.
Not a goody two shoe, but so focused on my relationship with God that everything I do is because I thought of Him first.
In all thy ways acknowledge him...
So then I looked around for real life people who are that way, who really do seem to put God first.
I found some. I didn't have to look very far either.
I found some of them in my friends and family, some who were old preachers that I've listened to, and some who were elderly ladies that I've known since I was a little girl.
Christians who have either suffered, or fallen flat on their faces, or something like that, and yet, they seem so.....close to God.
They have this aura of 'the world cannot touch me' about them.
Like a quiet strength, a calm because they have such faith in God and in His ability to take care of them.
They're like oak trees. They might sway and bend in the wind, but they aren't going anywhere.
Whereas I am like a pine tree. Every time the wind kicks up, all my needles fall off, and it takes forever to get me back into shape.
It's not that they're perfect, but they 'die daily', and grow in wisdom. They've settled in for the long haul.
I die daily, and grow more dramatic.

I said all that to say, I may still want to chuck Stepping Heavenward and all its annoying perfection against the wall, but it has a good point: make God your priority.
And I have a multitude of examples who show me not only how to do that, but what the rewards of such a life are.

And I want to say thanks to all you guys for giving me an example to follow.
Thank you for showing me that it's God's way, or the highway.
Thank you for letting me watch you, listen to you.
Thank you for finishing the course.

November 20, 2010

day three

On the third day of Thanksgiving:

Karen and I text, and call each other several times a day. We always have, even when I lived in the same house. It's nice to keep in close touch.
My favorite kinds of texts are the ones she sends about the girls.

Molly's getting better at holding her fork!
*with a picture of Molly in her highchair, grimacing as she tries to manage her little orange plastic fork*

These two have been fighting all day.
*with a video of Lily, in her diaper, wacking Molly over the head with her book. Molly starts crying*

After punishing Lily and Molly 2x
to get them to take their nap....i just walked in there
because i heard a little something and
Lily is out cold while Molly was sitting with her back
to the door rocking back and forth and whispering.
Stinker. She was whispering because she knows she'll get in trouble.
*with a picture of Molly sucking her fingers, and looking pathetic*

Lily keeps saying,
give me de signs....sfore i shoot you!
from a movie ya'll watched.
she says it with such command too.
*I had gotten The Seeker to watch with the girls. Apparently, it made an impression on Lily....she can quote the bad guy*


Thank you, Karen. I love you.

November 19, 2010

day two

On the second day of Thanksgiving:

Songs.
Hymns.
I love music. To sing. To hear other people singing.
I love listening to someone play the piano, or whatever instrument, and being able to feel their passion for the music just flowing out of them.
I love the happy sound of oldies.
The amazing, soaring of classical.
The fight some songs stir up in me.
The sweet sentimental sound of songs like Yellow.
The coziness of Christmas music.
But mostly these days, I love the song service at church.
I can sing without inhabition because of the crowd singing with me.
It's uplifting....contagious joy.
And the hymns are like praise, comfort, and wisdom all wrapped up in one.
It's hard to pick a favorite hymn.
I have several....
It Is Well With My Soul
My Jesus I Love Thee
Oh, Say But I'm Glad
Blessed Assurance

and...
When We See Christ
We just sang this one the other night at church, and it always has the same affect on me. I don't know whether to cry, or shout.
It makes me feel triumphant.
It's best when singing it at the October meeting. All those people singing it one room!


Oft times the day seems long, our trials hard to bear,
We’re tempted to complain, to murmur and despair;
But Christ will soon appear to catch His Bride away,
All tears forever over in God’s eternal day.

It will be worth it all when we see Jesus,
Life’s trials will seem so small when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.

Sometimes the sky looks dark with not a ray of light,
We’re tossed and driven on, no human help in sight;
But there is one in heav’n who knows our deepest care,
Let Jesus solve your problem – just go to Him in pray’r.

Life’s day will soon be o’er, all storms forever past,
We’ll cross the great divide, to glory, safe at last;
We’ll share the joys of heav’n – a harp, a home, a crown,
The tempter will be banished, we’ll lay our burden down.


Thank you, Lord, for giving us just one more way of being able to feel Your presence.

November 18, 2010

day one

Tis' the week before Thanksgiving.
I'm gonna copycat the twelve days of Christmas. Only it'll be the twelve days of Thanksgiving, well.....minus five days.
Okay, I guess it's not the same at all, but just go with me here.

On the first day of Thanksgiving:

There's snow outside! I woke up, and there it was! Just a little, but still....it's snow!
Woohoo!
Wasn't it just yesterday that I said something about wanting snow?
I didn't have to wait long.
Thankyouthankyouthankyouthanks.

I found the most perfect Thanksgiving verse.
Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.  ~Acts 14:17
There's something about the words "fruitful seasons" and "filling our hearts with food and gladness" that makes me picture the Pilgrims sitting down to dinner, and cornucopias spilling over with fruit, and pumpkin pie, and good ol' Squanto.
And I love that it says filling our hearts, not filling our bellys.

Thank you, Lord.

ben hur

I'm watching Ben Hur right now.
I love old movies....anything goes, no matter how unrealistic.

e.g. :

Why is bad acting not considered bad acting, but rather melodrama in old movies? And why is it that I can't watch a new movie with bad acting, but an old one....well, then the bad acting is just classy.

The battle between the ships....I love that the soldiers are fiercely shooting off arrows, only to have them land about three feet off the side of their ship.
They're persistent buggers though. They just keep on shooting those pointless arrows, and somehow manage to win the battle.

Why is Jesus the only one wearing white robes? Sparkling white at that. Fresh out of a bleach soak.

The kiss. Ha. They kiss forever, but stay absolutely still.....positively frozen in time.
Then they back off, and look at each other passionately like," Hey, did you notice the sky today? Talk. about. blue."
Who does that nowadays?

Where did the women get their coral lipstick? Did they really have that in Bible days?

And the very best, why did they feel the need to put a glowing circle around the star over Bethleham?
I guess the movie director thought we wouldn't notice the bright, oversized star as it floated rapidly onward to land over the manger.


I think I'll buy Ben Hur just for fun.
I love it.

November 17, 2010

tenish

If I ever manage to get ten things out on a Tuesday, it'll be a miracle.


1)  I. will never. EVER. live on a farm. I've gone to these people's little mini farm a few times lately to feed their animals, and that's enough for me. It's one thing to have a few cute chickens, or a little lamb, or a bunny, or even a horse....but a whole menagerie? Nope, no, never. The animals smell, and there's poop everywhere-even in the hay bales, which I picked up with my bare hands.
Ick.
Farmers: I am glad you are a farmer, and I am a town girl who buys her milk at a respectable super market.

2) Lily: Moma, I poop.
Karen: Well, what should Moma do to you? (Moma was thinking along the lines of punishment)
Lily: Change my diaper.

Like, duh, Moma.
Potty training is going real well.

3) "What if the moon was your car, and Jupiter was your hairbrush?"   -Andy, The Office

4) Bro. Hoover told me a few days ago, "You have to put some shoe-leather to your faith." In other words, I can't sit on my hands in the name of  'waiting on God'. I have to get out there, and seek God's will. Not that I should jump ahead of God in impatience, grasping at straws, but I can't expect God to dump all the answers in my lap while I sit and twiddle my thumbs. I think this is great advice, and I'm gonna go for it.

5) "Oh, I've got a brand new"....., delicate, tissue thin, plummy colored cardigan, and a new multi-chained, many colored bead necklace, also delicate. (courtesy of Karen)
I also have new gold ballet flats with flowers on the toes. (courtesy of Moma)
Thank you both. I feel like a princess.

6) I'm looking forward to snow this year, even though I hate the bad roads it creates. I want to make a snowman, and I want to go snowboarding. I haven't been able to go the last couple of years. But mostly, I want to look out the windows, and see white. Mounds and mounds of white. And then I'll sing my favorite Christmas song along with Dean Martin....Baby, It's Cold Outside.

7) Jessie, the praying mantis, died last week. She put up a good fight, but it was her time. Her death might've also had something to do with the fact that Leah tried doing surgery on her....I don't think having your tail end cut off with a pair of scissors can be very good for your health in general. Leah said, "But she had a fungus growing on her, it was making her sick!"
Either way, she was doomed.

8) "Life is good. It's reeel good."   -Nacho Libre

November 15, 2010

funny face

This is so Emma.
The funny, lovable dork.
I set this one as my phone wallpaper. The whole screen is just full of her happy face, and I love it. Makes me smile.

ending, beginning

The past year and a half has been.....every which way but up.
Confusing.
Agonizing at times.
Blissfully happy at other times.
Emotional.
Bizarre.
Tumultuous.

But I've made it through.
I was limp, and broken to pieces. Made worthless by my own choices.
I clawed my way out of the abyss, only to reach the top, and see that Christ was actually what was pulling me up, and I had nothing to do with it.
The abyss isn't what this story is about though.
This is about the rest of the story.

You know how people say I'm starting a new leaf, turning the page?
That's kinda how I feel.
Maybe my imagination is over-active, but in my mind's eye, I can see a bookshelf, and on that shelf are all the 'books' that equal my life.
(Please don't laugh. I know it might sound silly, but I'm for real.)
A book for childhood; rosy and happy.
A book for the totally carefree years of age 11-14; on top of the world.
A book for the years after the church split in Boaz; happy, but hard at the same time. I did alot of growing up in that book.
A book for age 19-21; the book where I realized that God wasn't just my parent's God, He was mine too. I learned how to talk to God in this book.
A book for my first two years in Idaho; so, so, so very happy. This book is like a fairytale. Everything was perfectly perfect.
A book for the next year or so; the book were the fairytale started to fade.
And then finally, a book for the last year and a half; like I said...every which way but up.

Sometimes I take these 'books' out, and read over them. There's a couple of them that I hate to look at, and this last book will no doubt go in that category too.
Except for one thing.

The ending.

I love the ending in this book. It's the worst book yet, but it's also the best ending so far.
The book is dark, a crash and burn story, but the ending has the rosiest glow. It sparkles, it shines with hope, it fills my heart with a gladness that bursts and scatters all around me. It promises a sequel full of joy. The ending of this book is where I learned the most, where I got my wings back, and soared. It takes my breath away with its sweetness.
I'm almost grateful for this last book when I read the ending. Not that I've enjoyed it, but without the book, I wouldn't have had the joy of the ending.

I'm starting a new book.
Every page is blank, and gloriously clean. I admit, those blank pages are a little scary, but at the same time, absolutely wonderful.
I really can't wait to see what's going to happen. What all God plans for me, what He plans to show me, where He'll have me go, and what He'll have me do.
I can't wait to see what'll happen when I let God write the book instead of trying to write it myself.

It was a glad ending, and now a new beginning.


He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are stilled.
Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
~Psalm 107:29-31

November 14, 2010

no, you are

Time: Lunch on Friday.
Place: Sitting at the kitchen table eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
People: Hannah and Lily.



Lily: sweetly,  "Hannah....you preeetty."

Hannah: also sweetly,  "No, you're pretty."

Lily: perturbed,  "No, Hannah. YOU pretty."

Hannah: laughing,  "Nah-uh. YOU'RE pretty."

Lily: angry,  "NO, HANNAH!!! YOU PRETTY!!! YOU!!!"

Hannah: gaily,  "So are you!"

Lily: turning to me with tears rolling down her chubby little cheeks,  "Sunny! Hannah bein' mean!"

Hannah: *looks confused*

Lily: *sobbing by this time*

Me: *Laughing too hard to be much help to either of them*



November 12, 2010

long day

Job hunting.

Apartment hunting.

Unemployment figuring out-ing.

Student loan deferment-ing.

Bank account balancing.

Fingernail biting.

Job agency joining.

Alot of computer screen staring.

Lump in my throat swallowing.

Praying.

Six little girls babysitting.

Nose wiping of the sickies.....and butt wiping.

More Peter Pan watching (once wasn't enough).

And now off to dinner cooking.


I'd like to be sleeping.

brand new key


My new favorite song.
Thank you, HP printer commercial, I probably would've never heard of Melanie Safka if it weren't for you.
(and Toni.....;)

November 11, 2010

oohh, peter

He's so cute!

He likes her.

Is she really gonna kiss him???    *much blushing, giggles, and hiding of eyes going on at this point* 

He can fly really well!

Don't you think he's cute?

Is this real, Aunt Sunny?

Hook can never win against him!!!

Too bad he didn't want to stay with her.    *almost in tears*

And, so it continued with all the sighing, clutching of hearts, and gasps.





I watched Peter Pan with all the girls tonight.
I think I can safely say a few little girls were mighty impressed with Mr. Pan's amazing feats, and outrageous acts of courage.
And I can't say I blame them....

November 08, 2010

gotta love the hoovers

The dinner ritual these days.... 



Bro. Hoover, very stern, glaring at my plate:  Sunny Jane....what's that?

Me, blinking innocently:  My empty Capri Sun?

Bro. Hoover, even sterner:  Noooo, not that.

Me, still blinking for all I'm worth:  My wadded up napkin?

Bro. Hoover, sterner-erNoooo. Not that either. What's that under your napkin? Did you finish all your food?

Me, giving up on the blinking, and resorting to drama:  I can't. I can't eat the last bite. I'll vomit if I try. I'll puke in your direction. I'll die. I swear I will.

Bro. Hoover, commanding:  Sit. Now. Eat it.

Mrs. Hoover, coming to my rescue:  Russell! For heaven's sakes! Leave her alone!

Bro Hoover, a little quieter:  She needs to gain weight. 89 lbs! Focus, Sunny, swallow.

Me, stubborn:  So....should my last few bites go to the dog, or the chickens?

I've been having a hard time eating all summer. Losing weight left and right. I don't like anymore than Bro. Hoover does, but his reaction to the amount of food I can down, or rather, cannot down, cracks me up. He's like the food-left-on-your-plate police. And he takes his job very seriously.
If I think maybe I got too many french fries, and try putting them back in the bowl, he pulls them right back out, and plunks them back onto my plate.
If I complain of being cold, he says, Maybe you should eat more. Put some fat on your bones.
If he sees any leftovers laying on the kitchen counters, he wants to know if they once resided on my dinner plate....Who's food is this??? Is it Sunny's? Sunny Jane! Come eat it!

And, no. Hiding my food under my napkin doesn't work.
He checks.

November 07, 2010

pearls

A couple of weeks ago, God showed me these verses, right when I needed them most.
I literally 'stumbled' across them, flipping thru my Bible during church one night.
I needed something from God that would calm my heart down.
When I read this passage, I felt that peace that passeth all understanding wash over my soul.
I felt my throat constrict with thankful relief.
It felt like God had written those words, right that second, and just for me. I don't remember them being there any other time I've read Isaiah.
I've wanted to post them ever since, but it felt like they were mine, just for me, and I couldn't share them quite yet. I wanted to hold them close to me. Savor them.
I've run these words through my heart every day, like the way I run my hands over book spines in a bookstore, or the way I caress a beautiful pair of new shoes.
Like the proverbial strand of pearls through my fingers.
But, here they are. You can read them now, and I hope you love them like I do.


Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.
Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar:
And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged.
Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.
~ Isaiah 6:5-8


I love the sequence in those verses.

He's distraught, undone, because of sin,
he is chastened,
his sin is purged,
then he hears the voice of the Lord, (can you just imagine his relief at that?)
and then he is surrendered to God's will for his life.


Beautiful.

November 03, 2010

a bug's life

 This is Jessie....who is dying slowly. This pic doesn't do her justice. She's really quite pretty.
And these are the poor crickets Tim bought to hopefully save Jessie's life. Apparently praying mantis' love to eat crickets. But, these aren't just any ol' crickets....they're Nutritious Crickets. Sadly, Jessie's too weak to tackle these crickets all on her own, and Leah has to pull off their legs in order for Jessie to eat them.
*Sigh*