A Football Game Gives Hope

Matthew 25:31-46 (New King James Version)   

³¹ “When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy^[a] angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory. ³² All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides his sheep from the goats. ³³And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left. ³⁴ Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: ³⁵ for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; ³⁶ I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’ 
³⁷ “Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? ³⁸ When did we see You a stranger and take Youin, or naked and clothe You? ³⁹ Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ ⁴⁰ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’
⁴¹ “Then He will also say to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: ⁴² for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; ⁴³ I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’ 
⁴⁴ “Then they also will answer Him,^[b] saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ ⁴⁵ Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’ ⁴⁶ And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

Sheep or Goat? Right or Left?

Also notice, The need was met. Feed the hungry, give clothes to the naked, water to the thirsty, welcome strangers, visit the sick, visit the prisoner. 

No money given. No healing attempted. No house built. No pardon given. No change forced upon. The need was met.

Sheep or Goat? Right or Left?

Christmas, something for nothing.

Just last weekend we had a Christmas Open House. We hosted an open house like this a few years ago when we were in our house in town.  Both parties were great, in that we had many friends come. This last party though was in this home, this home that we remember every day is a gift, built by God.


Keith and I discussed the pure joy of having our friends come and share their time with us. We were overwhelmed by their kindness and their compliments on our home.  I am so humbled when people come  and compliment my home.  Many seem in awe of it, funny thing, we are too. I am truly amazed that I have all of this, I do not think I respond correctly, I know full well this house and all that we have is straight from God.  I want to give God credit for all of this. Yet when I say things like "Couldn't have done it with out God." Or "We did work, but God gave us everything to get it done." I feel like I am either freakin people out like I am some kind of 'Holy Roller'.  Or I am being ungracious to the praiser for not accepting the full responsibility of the praise OR the worst,...What if my saying "God blessed us with this, all of this, the work, the time, the funds, the energy..", causes someone to think 'Well he didn't do that for me.' I want to let everyone know how grateful we are, yet I don't want to seem proud, in the haughty way. .  .  Keith and I both want so to always give God credit for all of this, because we KNOW with out God, this would not exist.  In worldly reality it should not.


So many miracles, yes, miracles are involved in the building of our house.  God incidences.
The market rising so that we made an almost double profit on our house that we only lived in for 4 years.
This land we found, after many other 'that's it' acres being 'lost'.  The man we bought from, died just a month after we found him and purchased from him. Each person we hired to do a job, seemed a God appointment. Our marriage surviving  building our home, daily for 1 year and living in a very small travel trailer. The rock, the water, the deals on furniture, the price of steel, the trusses, it goes on and on.


We know that more wonderful than the house are our friends.  In crisis and celebration we have had our friends to share with, some would bring a meal or give a shoulder to cry on or a laugh and a good time.  We would reciprocate in the same way, because we are good people, too. When we built this house, our friends went beyond what we expected from anyone.  We had people here to hook up electric and put our roof on. We would have someone ask how is it going, we would explain something we were working on and a day later people would show up to help. And they got NOTHING from it, except  blisters.  We can never ever repay those that showed up and climbed up on the roof, on Sunday afternoons. Having the work done ends up being an added bonus to our finding out the true meaning of friendship. Seriously, why would anyone desire to come and do something for someone else without expecting anything in return?


In the light of this season, I think of  the reason for, Jesus' birth in this world. Jesus too, is a something for nothing.  Jesus, God, received absolutely nothing for coming to us, except pain. Oh yeah, and those that believe in the miracle of Jesus, God 'gets' us.
 Like he really NEEDS us.
We can do absolutely nothing for God, he does not need us to survive. He will live forever with or without us.  We on the other hand received everything.  We have been forgiven for every horrendous, stupid sin we will ever commit AND we get to live eternally in a perfect world with God as our Light. Why? So God can have us near him? Because God needs us? God desires us? I don't think so.  There is truly not one thing we can fulfill for God, yet he desired to die for us.  God desired to come to this world and take up residence in a tiny frail human body. A body that was not super natural, not super strong, not super good looking. Just a plain ol body, subject to pain and illness. The body of a child whose parents were not very 'well off'.   God desired to be raised by human parents, who were not of royalty, they were very common. God desired to live in this world not as a wealthy man, having all the comforts of this world, but as a poor man, he did not have a real home of his own. God had no wife, no children. God had no person to love him 'for who he was'.  Actually, God was hated for who he was. God did not give into temptation of power, and riches. God did not protect his human body from harm. He did not, does not, make others love him and accept him.


What did God 'get' by coming as Jesus one cold winters night? What did that being born 'get' him?
Rejection, persecution, a painful agonizing death of body and then all of our sins dumped on him and then complete separation from the only good that ever exists, God, himself. Being born got him our death. Seriously, why would anyone desire to come and do something for someone else without expecting anything in return? Not because we deserved anything. Not because he needs anything from us, in return. JUST because he loves us.






So here I am this year, blessed with my undeserved home, husband, children, grandchildren, family friends, life here and eternally. Humbled by his grace and love.  I am small and insignificant and completely undeserving, yet God the creator of all things, came and died and took my sins just so I could live eternally with him....
Merry Christmas and thanks, God.

Dad would have been 82

 Yesterday was Dad's birthday, if he was alive he would have been 82.

   Yesterday Leslie Neilson died.  Dad loved his later movies the Airplanes 2 1/2 guns etc.  Dad's sense of humor 'went that way'.  About a week before Dad died one of the Airplanes was playing, he and I sat and watched it, he in his wheelchair and I beside him. He smiled and enjoyed it all the way through.

Sometimes I wondered on what Dad was comprehending those last days, this time allowed me to see he was 'getting' it all!

When I heard Leslie Neilson died on Dad's birthday I thought it a bit ironic.  I went to look up his info on the internet, thinking it would be REALLY ironic if his birthday was close to Dad's death date.  Well it wasn't BUT, it was exactly the day Mom died.  Feb 11.   What are the chances? (Some math geek needs to do the math) Of the 365 days of the year, this guy died on Dad's birthdate and was born on Moms death date.   Mom and Dad both would watch those movies, rent them, eventually added them to their VCR library. They even laughed at them! I still grown and most of the silliness, they loved it!

There are so very many things that remind me of Dad, I love those memories.
 Leslie Neilson, and his movies.  Other movies similar in style, one being Blazing Saddles, if ever that was on cable, Dad would be watching it.
Blazing Saddles was also a favorite of Kirks, so that has a double star on memory for me.

Thanksgiving is a reminder of Dad, not just because this slim trim for life guy LOVED to eat a good meal, but it always landed near his birthday.

Zippo lighters, Dad smoked all my life that I lived at home.  I remember he always had a zippo, until disposable Bics entered the picture.  I have a couple of his old Zippos, they don't work anymore, but they still have the smell of fluid and 'strike' when struck.  That smell gives me a warm fuzzy feeling all over.  Forever I smelled that  as Dad lit a cigarette.  If I smelled it, Dad was near me, or I him, probably sitting next to him, in the middle, as he drove.

Another memory smell, I get to smell every so often, a newly lit cigarette, mmmm Daddy.  Sorry all you anti smokers, to me, that is the sweetest smell.  I remember laying in the back of the station wagon as we made our late night drives either to or from Mamaw and Papaws house, covered up with a blanket or Dad's coat. Dad would roll down the window just a bit, the sound of the wind, the feel of the cold air, just on the top of my head, the flick of the lighter, smell of flint strike, then the sweetness of that first light of the cigarette.  I felt so secure, so close, Dad and Mom in the front, the darkness of the car,except the glow from the dashboard, the stars moving past, the occasional red ash bouncing off the window above me, to lull me to sleep.

Football on TV. Stadium lights in the distance. Coach Sanders, was my Daddy.

Orange crush.  Dad and I would share these when I was a little girl.

Broken beer bottles. We did not share these.  I was about 4 and Dad and I were at the local drive in burger joint, waiting on an order.  I was crawling around on the outdoor table. Someone had broken a beer bottle and shoved it up through the wood slats, I crawled over it and sliced my knee open(I still have the big scar).  Dad grabbed me up and put his handkerchief on it to stop the bleeding, and he was mad mad mad.  I thought at first at me, for getting hurt, messing up his handkerchief, and I apologized.  Dad explained he was not mad at me, but at the so and so that stuck that bottle in the table.

When we get the Christmas decorations down I will remember him. That was HIS job. He would get the boxes down from the attic, get frustrated with mom because she would always be telling him he had 'missed one'.

 Dad was everything to me, my parent, friend, protector, he loved me so unconditionally. I never questioned his love or approval of me, even at my worst, he never disapproved of me, just my actions.  I really can not think of anytime Dad did for himself first, he was always wanting for others.

So many memories.  Thank you God! 82 years ago a great man was born, just to be my Dad.

  

Sick of bein Sick

Evan came home from work, almost a week ago, and said his back hurt, he had hurt it he thought 'lifting lots of dirt'.

The next day he came home early with a really bad stomach ache, and his back hurt too.  I told him I had hurt my back once and it made my stomach hurt too, so maybe that was it.  I put him to bed with a heating pad.  He slept most of the day.  He got up about 6 not feeling well enough to eat.  He started throwing up soon after.  I was wrong this was something else.

The next day I felt a twinge in my back, that I thought might be that same muscle strain I had about a week before. Then I started getting that kind of woozy feeling you get when you drink too much coffee, and I hadn't. Was I getting 'it?  My back proceeded to AAAAAACCCCCCHHHHEEEE more and more, and my stomach followed. I had 'it'.

 Evan seemed to be coming back from  his misery, not throwing up any more, back aching but stomach not. So I thought ok, this will end quick, what ever it is.  Then the stomach cramps started. I honestly think they were worse that labor, at least with labor they had a cycle and a time nothing was happening.  These cramps defined gut wrenching. I had the TV on and in between times I could pass out and go into a writhing sleep and the times I was trying to MAKE it stop, I saw some parts of movies.  One was of a Keifer Sutherland being buried alive, my first thought "I will take buried alive anyday over this crap!" Later Uma Thurman was buried alive.  They both got out, my back still hurts.

Evan seemed to be better-ish by day 3 so I knew I too would be, I was by my day 3, but Evan went back to back pain and sick feeling, so then I did too.We have had moments we kind of crossed in being well together and then sick together.  Spent most of Sunday laying in my bed together watching movies, with Brian and Ashton's 2 chihuahuas and Liz the kitten too, that should be something for the memory bank.

This illness progression is now an issue I have, this virus or germbug, what ever it is and it's agenda.
How the heck does this thing know where to go, and how to do it?  I picture all these little germs, arriving at the body on this germ ship, they jump out and the head Germy starts shouting orders "Back pain for about 10 hours then stomach pain for approximately 5 hours then we will makes em hurl, after that we will back off and let them think we are gone, but actually we will rendezvous back in the back organ and continue our assault there." They, the germs seem to have this little plan, this schedule, who the heck made it?   Can these germs really think and logic out what they are going to do to us? They must be able too, we all know their plan; The 24 hour flu, the cold that last's a week, the 3 day stomach bug.The fact that they have a plan and can follow through with it, actually makes them more efficient than I!

Day 5, still trying to outsmart something I can't see.

Painting Project, not my house

Recently I was hired, given the opportunity, to paint the rooms of a friends daughters rooms.  I had painted their rooms in their previous house.  And with their next move, I was asked to do again.  What an honor!

This is Sammies room.  We still are hoping for a real honest to goodness swing to hand from the tree.

Sammie at first was a bit disappointed because I did not put a pig in the room.  She told me just a few days ago though that she loves the room.  Maybe I am forgiven.

This is Lauren, big sis's room. She graduated from a princess room to a High School Musical themeish room.

They have some posters they will be framing and putting up.  You can not tell from the pictures but the base paint is AWESOME!  When talking about it I suggested a greyish back ground, instead they found SILVER shiny SILVER, it is soooo cool!

Loved loved loved doing this.  I would go in in AM and work till the late evening. The family had not moved in yet, the best way to take over someone's home.

Keith was not the most patient husband for the 40 hrs it took me to do this.  It was not 40 straight, I had a couple of days and weekends that I did not paint, so he 'got ' me then.

It was 40 hours, but the time seemed to fly.  I wish it was faster, for them and me though.  Words take time and the tree leaves, and the rope and the music.... Well I guess it all does.

I have a few projects to do here at the house... I just can not get to them!  I am here everyday, yet instead I do ???? and don't get to them.  Maybe if I left the house all to me like they did I could get it done. ;-)

Again, really?

Well me and screwing up seems to be going hand in hand.

I just found that my 'email blog' button does not just tell my limited 10 that I have posted on my blog. It sends the blog to them as an email. With a little blip at the bottom saying it was sent through Pettyville.

This is not my intent of the blog. I write, inform, write my own little column, because I love to write, I want to let my friends and family I am alive. But only if they are checking, was my intent.

I don't really expect anyone to be following this blog, yet. I have not written enough, consistently. I thought just giving a heads up to my few, my handpicked few who would usually read and want to check in, or I wanted to want to read and want to check in. But nooooooo, I was forcing my thoughts and opinions on others, AGAIN!!!!

I have now removed the list, so those poor 10 will not even receive this,the disclaimer, retraction, allowing them freedom from my voice. It could have stopped after this, but the madness had to stop sometime, and I figured sooner was better than later.

My Mistake

I made a mistake, yet again.

The previous post MY RANT... .

I sent it to a few of my friends and family, in an email, thinking it would be an interesting read. That's all.

Letting my opinion known , which I do not expect anyone to agree nor disagree with, is my mistake. Someone near and dear has opinionated that mine is not necessary to share. Actually on many occasions Someone's' near and dear have opninion ated that mine is not necessary to share. I can not wrap my head, nor heart, around this. How can others share their opinion of me, so freely, and I should not share my thoughts, my convictions , my opinion, that are not directed towards anyone?

I suppose it is safe to expound my opinion here. You can NOT read here. An email I guess is just short of a phone call. And who would call anyone and tell them what they actually think or feel, just because they want to chat?

I am finding more and more that there are very few people in my life who actually want to listen to me. I don't mean 'listen' in the definition of 'Listen to me and do what I say." I mean listen as hear what I say, consider that I actually have a thought, belief in something.

What would be an absolutely amazing thing for me, is someone actually hearing what I say and considering it accurate, and worthy of acknowledgment. But that also is my mistake. To want for an understanding.

I like to think I actually do know what I am talking about. What I think does have merit. Sometimes I even have the audacity to believe God actually uses me, gave me the gift of exhortation so I could step out of my introvert comfort zone, on faith and rely on Him to give me words that edify, that teach, that minister. And maybe just maybe these times that I am being opposed are Satan trying to thwart, to discredit, to do what he does best, cause strife and turmoil.

My mistake.

My rant FOR Halloween

I think Dr. Dickson makes another good point FOR Halloween-- Perspective. I have been thinking on this Anti Halloween Crusade of many believers and have a few thoughts in addition to the added article. Dr Dickson is probably more of an authority since he IS a DR. but I still have an opinion, uneducated as it is.

To go with Dr. Dicksons comparison of Halloween and Christmas 'celebration': We believers do celebrate Christmas, many do remove Santa and his elfs, in order to put the REAL meaning of

Christmas in focus. Jesus Christ, his birth, and all the gifts he got and we get too. Oh, my, that was rude. I forgot the point of gifts is the GIVING, just as Jesus gave his life for us. Let's not forget the second busiest shopping day of the year is the first business day after Christmas, so we can exchange all those wonderful gifts we received. I am NOT minimalizing Jesus' birth nor the true meaning of Christmas, or what it should be, I am saying that we conveniently forget those PAGEN traditions we practice as long as it is something we can justify, because we enjoy them. Just as I am doing here ;-)

I have heard an alcoholic say the he does not believe he is truly 'recovered' if he can not be in the presence of alcohol without it threatening his recovery. I feel the same about believers who strive to 'remove' all evil, or what they deem evil, from their presence because it might 'get them'. I know that when I do evil, when I sin, I do not fall into evil, nor does evil reach out and grab me, I chose to do evil. I am not walking with Christ, abiding, obeying when I sin, it is because I am weak, or just plain stubborn. I actually think I am strengthened by being in the presence of EVIL and choosing against it, more so than surrounded by just 'good', and skipping around 'safe'.

Halloween is a lot of different cultures traditions all mixed together, as Christmas is. One being the eve of celebrating all 'saints'. Another being the recognizing of the dead, hoping to 'reconnect' so to speak, by the Celts. What may I ask is wrong with remembering those passed? The disguises, which has grown to costumes, is recognizing there are demons... Are there not demons?

It does sound as though I 'doth protest to much', but it is in response to so many who literally condemn and put down those who do not find evil in Halloween, those who are not able or choose not to see the fun and enjoy the imaginations (God given) of their children, just once a year. Fine with me if you do not want to 'celebrate', which that too seems a misrepresentation of participating in Halloween. I do not celebrate Halloween, we play on this day, pretend, dress up,we do not honor anyone nor anything. Valentines Day, and St. Patricks day are just the same. Do these people who lock themselves in their homes, afraid of 5 year olds dressed as Toy Story Characters, not p take their spouse to dinner and give valentines cards on Valentines day. Do they not reach out and pinch the poor soul who could not find anything green to wear on March 17? Is a box of chocolates EVIL? Burn all four leaf clovers! Little red haired midgets must be Satans own!

It is perspective. Halloween is just a time that kids, get to play, with mom and dad. Sure some people twist off and do something stupid, some may choose to worship some evil , but do you honestly think they only worship their evil on this one night of the year? Why not thwart at least one of their known 'worship' times by sending a little innocent joy out into the spirit world?! And if you don't want to, don't, but don't throw flaming poop at those who dare to.

I don't tell any kid they are wrong for not having fun at Halloween, I do correct them if they tell me it is Satan's birthday, cause it ain't. It is purely a choice, a family perspective.

- Dr John Dickson is a historian and co-director of the Centre for Public Christianity.As a small group of Halloween-devotees in Martin Place this week protested that October 31 is not a national public holiday like Christmas, you can be sure that thousands of religious folk around the world are right now making the opposite demand: Halloween is evil and should be banned.

I have been asked many times, both as an Anglican minister and as director of the Centre for Public Christianity: Is Halloween evil? Should Christians oppose it?

My general feeling is that Halloween is no more ‘evil’ than Christmas. In fact, the two festivals have a bit in common.

Both started out as pre-Christian, pagan festivals. Both were ‘rebadged’ by the church. And both have subsequently become heavily re-secularized. It’s commonly known that 25 December was originally a celebration of the ‘Unconquered Sun’ at the time of the Winter Solstice (in the northern hemisphere). It was a happy feast in Roman times.

When Christianity become dominant in the West in the 4th and 5th centuries people were uncomfortable with celebrating the Sun instead of the Creator. But believers didn’t cancel a huge existing party. Instead, they chose to sanctify it as the ‘birthday’ of the unconquered Saviour of the world. No one was suggesting Jesus was actually born on that date. This was just an attempt to Christianise culture. Personally, I love that spirit—sanctifying the secular instead of running away from it or trying to ban it! It speaks of an open, confident and generous version of faith. More of that, please!

Halloween is much less significant, in both its pagan and Christian forms, but it has a similar history to Christmas. Originally, November 1 marked the end of the Summer months, and the pre-Christian Celts believed that the spirits of the departed returned to their homes at that time to visit loved ones. Masks and other disguises were worn to frighten off evil spirits who were trying to cut in on the action.

Around AD 610 Pope Boniface IV decided to ‘claim’ this festival for Jesus. He moved All Saints’ (or Hallows’) Day, a feast celebrating the departed in Christ, from May 13 to November 1. The evening before was also sanctified as All Hallows’ Eve or Halloween. It was a time to remember the faithful believers of past ages and to pray that we the living might learn from their good example. The Protestants in the 16th century mostly banned the celebration of All Hallows’ Eve and Day, but this had little to do with associations with ghouls and goblins and much to do with anti-Catholicism (we Protestants have cancelled a lot of parties over the centuries!).

So, is Halloween today ‘evil’? Sure it is, if it involves the glorification (or, worse, the trivialization) of things satanic, and playing nasty pranks on neighbours who simply forgot to pick up a bag of sweets earlier in the day. Beyond that, a community dress-up involving opening our doors to each other and giving sweets to kids in fancy dress is a lovely idea. It might even build friendships in a society hungry for community.

For my part, I am sad that Halloween no longer has much to do with honouring the faithful departed and learning from their example. But that shouldn’t stop believers from making it so. The Anglican Book of Common Prayer of 1662 has the perfect Halloween prayer: “And we also bless thy holy Name for all thy servants departed this life in thy faith and fear; beseeching thee to give us grace so to follow their good examples, that with them we may be partakers of thy heavenly kingdom.”

One last thing. I’m not sure that Christmas in the wider Australian context is any more pleasing to the Almighty? If there are grades of sins, I reckon the Aussie worship at the shopping mall in the build up to Christmas and the consequent neglect of the poor until we’ve paid off the credit card are much more ‘satanic’ than allowing our kids to dress up as goblins. And what is a goblin, anyway?

Yada Yada Yada Ba Ba Sams.Really.

I'm back! Really! This is going to become a routine. Really.You will enjoy reading this daily. Really?

I have not conquered my FB addiction. So hard to not go on there and check out whatever and whomever. Really it is the best way for me to keep up with what the Jones' are doing. Not that I NEED to know, just like to. I have let my farm go. I have gone into hiding from the Mafia. The health department has probably shut down my Cafe. And my city I check on here and there, I am trying to get enough money to build a church, but those heathens in my town won't raise any for me. I am working on it. Really.

Recently I signed up (via Keith calling and saying "You need to do this.")for an online Bible study facilitating class. One of the get- to -know- you, laced with you- get -to- know- the- program, and get -you- thinking- about- things assignments was to make an argument against online Bible teaching. Most of our arguments contained this over abundance of internet use already in our lives. It taking the personal away from relationships. And it has.

I think it is a double edged sword. For introverts especially. Blogs, Facebook, online facilitating, get us 'talking' because we are not really having to deal with people and what they think, how they are looking at us, the noise they have coming out of their mouths. So these opportunities to relate with others is a good thing. We tell a bit about ourselves that no one has a clue about. We are able 'listen' and respond to others, because we can injest what they say and think about it before speaking, with out having that deer in the headlights look we all feel when we get when in public and are expected to respond to someone.

Then there is the the other side of the sword, we get stuck at home pecking away, spouting a bit too much, getting all comfortable being in our own worlds and we don't socialize with real people on real time in reality. We lie to ourselves and think we ARE socializing, we have made that people connection, because we HAVE talked to these people online. When actually we are feeding our 'get out there' aversion. To find the balance is the issue. Really.

Special K (husband) is an extrovert, and he HATES doing online anything. Not on Facebook, does not blog, of course. He barely reads anything, just for information actually, because books are just someone elses opinion or ideas, and he has his own. He gets his information from people themselves, he talks to them and sometimes listens to them, they are usually listening to him I think.

To Facebook or Not to Facebook that is the Question

Yes it has been forever( almost) since I last posted. So much to do, so little time.

A time consumer in my life, is Facebook, which, as much as I hate to agree with Keith, may be an evil, at least for me. I love reading about my friends and family. I love spouting off here and there, and I love the thought that, possibly, somebody is paying attention to me. Thus I get caught up in FB and do not do what I should be doing i.e.; Blogs, painting projects, bills, checkbooks, real face to face relationships.

As I write this I find I am having trouble coming up with statements longer than a FB post. This never was a problem for me before, you will find many many run on sentences in past Blog posts. I am most disappointed in myself.

Of course, Keith is to blame here. (Are you listening,dear?) Keith has some stubborn He-Man aversion to FB. He thinks it silly and time consuming, addictive,worse than email. (though he does not look at his own Blackberry addiction). Some of his opinion of FB could have some merit. As I first started with facebook my idea was not to use it as regularly as I do now, thus the addiction.

Let us get on with where Keith comes at fault here. Keith is a bit possessive. Keith is a bit bossy. Keith is a bit stubborn. I ,too, have my stubbornness. Well, Keith, in all his glory, declared his dislike of Facebook, his thoughts on the evils it would bring. Keith's possessive side showed when he questioned who my friends were, and if they happened to be males it was a true interrogation of who they were, how I knew them and what did I say to them.

I tried to explain to him the useful attributes of FB, but to no avail. Keith knows I have a stubborn streak, he was antagonizing me, HE caused me to react with all my stubbornness. You see a great deal of my time with Facebook is to prove my innocence with the use of Facebook. But it backfired, it is all innocent fun, but it has absolutely consumed my time.

The others to blame, are those of you friends on Facebook. You actually do communicate so much more via, Facebook than ever via Email, or phone... Stop it!! Call me, Email me.

Me? I suppose I could take a bit of the blame, I would rather not though. Truly do you think I should have listened to the wise counsel of my husband, it was a bit tainted with his own faults? AND Keith does know that I have a slight stubborn streak, he should have watched out for that. And my dear friends and family, you respond to my postings, and post such interesting things yourselves. Never mind that I could actually email you, or call you, and you would respond just as kindly. Never mind that I have this blog as a way to spout and expound my wisdom to you all!

So there you are. Now I can not say I am relieving myself completely of FB. I do not think it has come to that, yet. And do not worry, I have forgiven you all, Keith and friends and family, for leading me astray!

For years Jeremiah 17:7 was my favorite, so promising! Then I read before that, Jeremiah 17:5, so convicting!! I now only visit the desert from time to time.

⁵ This is what the LORD says:
"Cursed is the one who trusts in man,
who depends on flesh for his strength
and whose heart turns away from the LORD.

⁶ He will be like a bush in the wastelands;
he will not see prosperity when it comes.
He will dwell in the parched places of the desert,
in a salt land where no one lives.

⁷ "But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.

⁸ He will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit."

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Quality Time

My Detailed Results:
Quality Time:	11
Acts of Service:	7
Words of Affirmation:	6
Physical Touch:	4
Receiving Gifts:	2

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Spreading the Word-- ME!

We will be leaving for Uganda in 6 days. I am getting excited, finally! I am the type that can't think on things too long, anticipation is not my thing. So being busy with everything else has been GREAT for this trip. Now after the weekend of parties I will pack and be off to Uganda!!!

Prayer is always wanted and needed from anyone and everyone.

This trip is different than others, we are evangelizing in the city of Soroti this time, instead of the burbs of Mbale. We should have many many more contacts, than out in the 'field'. Also may have much more contact with Muslims and Hindu's this time. Lots of opportunity to share the gospel!!

I think the thing that is most awesome about going on this trip, is I GET TO DO THIS!!. It is so humbling, and exciting and amazing that I, this sinner, this nobody special in this world, get to go and talk to people, about God, about their salvation, their eternal salvation. I get to be a part in showing them what God intends for all mankind, if only they know and believe!

Now why don't I do this at home?? A whole other posting is needed for that!! I will address this when I get back!

Pray for many contacts, many to have ears to hear and hearts to believe!! Strength and courage for me and His words in my mouth.

July 16 we begin to travel. July 20-24 we evangelize and have crusades in the evening. July 25, visit orphanage and pack. July 26 start back home July 27 arrive home 7:30 PM

So much can happen in a month!! I don't even know if I can remember it all. I will try to recap.

We are loving the house!! Still working on it, bits and pieces still need to be done but it is fabulous.

Having Lee Meg and Tanah and Ty with us is even more fabulous. Tanah is so funny, busy, talkative-- Much different than those boys I raised.

Having Tanah here has an added benefit too! Cheyanne comes to visit, and even has spent the night a couple of nights!! NONNIE HEAVEN! Nonnie Paradise will be when the 3 girls are here, giggeling in bed, and Ty is sneaking around trying to find ways to scare them, and the Mom's and Dad's are not anywhere to be seen!!

We had our appreciation party for all of those that came and helped us build this house. So many came, again we felt so blessed to have friends like these that wanted to come and share with us! We can never do enough for them.

The Rock is on the house!! It took the guys about 1 week-- It looks fabulous.

April disappeared in a afternoon thunderstorm

Bubba left us while rock guys here, and never returned.

Keith got a wild hair and spent some of his shop money on a couple of 4 wheelers

Also Papaw decided that the grandgirls could have kittens. Stipulation they live outside. (Kittens) We Got two, Chey named hers (black one) Sally. And Tan named her Tabby Ruby. A couple of days later we picked up the sib of the tabby and her name is Cutie-- Right now the cage is the safest place for them. (Kittens)

Our septic tank is having issues. We have an anarobic system and it hasn't started sprinkling, so called the people, a few times, first they said not enough water going through-- Then came out to look, we got a hole in one tank. So they are going to patch it, and hopefully get it replaced. Not the end of the world but a bit of peeyew.

Tomorrow we are celebrating the July Kids birthdays, before we go off to Uganda--

Got some cabinets built for one bath

Ordered some for another

Bought some flat screens

Still need to finish the bar

Went to Lubbock for a shopping day

Had a couple of Uganda meetings

Cried some for lost pets

Saw 2 rattle snakes while 4 wheeling

Found out my illness may be weird migraines being triggered by EVERYTHING.

Cleaned out 5th wheel-- trying to sell it.

Saw more rain here than San Antonio did.

Been blessed beyond my imagination or deserving!!!

Easier to build a house than post a slide show!!

Finally it worked!! I hope you enjoy the slide show-- It was not exactly what I had hoped for, something in my homemade one turned up as a copyright issue?? for Photobucket- go figure!

Our rock men are still here, they should finish this weekend.

After placing my rock with the cross for me, they must have been inspired to do more for us. Last night they showed us two rocks they had carved, with crosses on them. We were so touched that they wanted to do something special like that for our home! We are having one placed near the side master door, and the other next to the upstairs office/other room. Again another show of God's hand in this home, we have had so many that have worked for us ,for Him. The kindness shows in these small gestures, all seem to take a part, a pride, a claim to this dwelling. Cipriano and Miguel, our cement guys, came by yesterday- They were both so very happy for us to have come this far, and so very complimentary of our home, you could see the pride in their eyes for having been a part of all of it.

I am so very excited to see what God has in store for us in the future, how he will use us and this home. I pray, and ask you to pray that we are able to honor him with this home, always.

We are not finished yet, more to come.

Time Flies, and it is all fun, even when it is hard work...

Been about 2 months since I have posted. SOOOOO much has happened!

I hope to have a video/slide show added to this thing through photobucket-- I am attempting to make it a beginning to present show-- So it may contain too much mega-whatevers, we will see...

Until the export to the desktop and then the upload to the bucket, I will fill you in on what I can remember happened with Pettyville in the past view weeks.

SOOOOO MUCH! Not in order, but here we go:

Cheyanne had a birthday!! She turned 3. I now have two 3 year old granddaughters, just for a few more weeks.

Evan came home for a week, eye checkup, SSI applications, helped out around the house--He had a long weekend and we thought we would take advantage.

Evan became a full B, meaning he rides the bus where ever he pleases in San Antonio-- Freaks me a bit. He rode to Lee and Megs house in Converse, it took 3 bus changes and 3 hours, but he made it and LOVED it!

I glazed lots of walls.

Lee and Keith put in granite tops. (Not the bars yet)

I have mopped the floors about 4 x and ran the floor/washer scrubber on it. (I was an indian giver and borrowed the one I gave Ashton to do the job, it worked great so I kept it and bought them a new one)

I wall tiled 1 shower. TRIED to thin set the floor.

We hired someone to tile shower 2 and redo my thin set floor. He did a GREAT job.

My dear Ranger of 16 years died.

We went to San Antonio and helped Lee and Meg move back here.

K &L & B put in doors

Got home equity loan.

Got extention on Sanders estate taxes

Put in bathtub,

I stained doors and frames

I stained a billion of feet of trim

Keith cut trim

Evan and Keith installed some trim

Mothers day- Remembered I did not have one anymore and kids don't need one.

Moved all stuff from storage

Got dining table back finally from refinish shop- it is gorgeous. Needs new seats though AND the leaves. (they gave wrong leaves back,searching for correct ones, grrrrrr)

Furnished house with Lee and Megs stuff

Got new internet provider

Cleaned out trailer

Hired rock people

Rock people putting up lots of rock

Rock people using trailer

Missing a cat, or 2 since arrival of rock guys

Acquired a new cat from an old friend

New cat took to a walk about, really hope he is around somewhere.

Keith fell off ramp moving kids, survived.

Cooked some great meals in MY kitchen

Bought my first headboard and footboard for MY bed. New used, really pretty and really NICE

Took a shower in own shower

Took whirlpool bath, multi x's.

Put together shelves, barely

Shopped at ikea

built ikea sink

built ikea desk

built ikea storage table

bought some gorgeous rugs from great friend

bought cowhide rug for amazing 65$ , thanks Mary Lou for finding it!

became REALLY upset with Keith more than once.

Love him anyway.

Had Brian Ash and girls over for dinner

Mary Lou too

Had dinner for 13, last minute throw together(my favorite kind) Friends and family.

Had MD tell me I am fat-- DUH!!

Had Tanah wake me up in the mornings

Cheyanne spent the night with Tanah and we all had Gluten free donuts and PaPaw milk.

Church, and fellowship

Uganda prep meetings.

Hunted for wayward dog Gauge about 10x

Enjoyed every minute with family here.

washed my clothes in my washer in my utility room in my house

decorated MY house-- Some

wished I could show Mom and Dad

put door knobs on a billion doors.

crashed my mac AGAIN-- NOT suppose to happen.

New operating system

Evans itouch died- NOT suppose to happen--

Apple says issue is it was a NEW product and things like that do happen....

Hopefully did this slide show right!!

Lets see.

Things are Happenin...

Guess what we did? NO! Not THAT!

WE Painted the house all inside. We got us a sprayer and sprayed away-- Keith mostly-- he is not confident in my spraying abilities. But it really does not matter how much you cover, your eyes get it -- We tried goggles but they covered in paint in about 1 minute-- thus the raccoon look.

My boogers did get a bit colored, I kept forgetting my mask. I would take it off to breath or talk, then start spraying then wonder why I was choking to death-- I am still blonde underneath the grey!

The cabinet guys showed up to start the cabinets today: The middle islands will be put in tomorrow.

And I finally got to start glazing the walls. Finally I can actually contribute. Keith has been doing the electric, the painting, the building of... I try to help but I do not think I do that much for him-- But NOW I can do something he can't-- I feel so useful!! And I LOVE doing it.

Keith also put in the living room lights tonight-- We LOVE them!

It is getting so much closer-- We are needing it finished by end april-- I think we will make It!

We just came back from attending Evan's graduation from Culinary School. It turned out to be a much 'bigger' deal than we had thought it was.  A great program!

Within the school Evan already attends is the opportunity to take this class. It is offered and taught by the San Antonio Food bank.  As it turns out San Antonio Food Bank partners with many in the community and trains many in the culinary arts.  Also graduating the same day were some men from prison.  They trained at a different time than the Independence School.  The goal of the culinary is to equip these adults with the skills that could really help them get careers.  Evan received a certificate of completion in culinary skills. He also received his own chef coat with his name on it and everything!

The meal was great, pork loin, ettouffe-ish dish, bell peppers stuffed with seasoned hash browns. The salad was spinach and strawberries and pecans, with flakes of red pepper. The dessert was a carrot cake(Keith's is better)with a marmalade tart. 

Evan is doing wonderfully at the school. He has his bus pass, but not complete freedom to go on his own yet.  We are thinking that those at the school are a bit protective of him and do not see his full potential yet.  He does have a way of hiding it well. 

We were talking with him about his driving in San Antonio, which has been the plan since his moving there. The school said it would be ok and they would work it in the plan once he got his job. After driving San Antonio recently we were wondering if it would be a good idea. Evan very maturely thought that it would probably be better to ride the bus, he said "People drive crazy in San Antonio".

He is also already planning his apartment when  he moves back home.  He will live with us a "little bit", till he gets a job and then get an apartment. Then he will need a bed and some dishes and pots and pans. He wanted the Texas dishes Lee had had in his house in Lubbock, but I sold them in a garage sale. So "we will have to find something else".

The big graduation should be about Christmas. Before that happens he will need to get a job in San Antonio then move to the apartments on campus and 'live on his own' for a few months. 

The school is whining right now about the 'economy' and hoping it does not affect the students job opportunities.  Too much faith in the world and not enough in our God. God is going to surprise them all!!

House Progress

The roof is pretty much finished!! A little trimming out and cutting edges and it is. What a process! Between the wind and the running out of materials it was a timely procedure. When we finally got the sponge tape in, to finish the 1/4 of the roof we had DAYS of wind. Then when it was perfect we were not able to wrangle enough people back up to help. Two just cannot do it. Though on Sunday we decided we could figure it out, we HAD to. We asked a few new friends,we had run the others all out of town. Most were not going to be able to make it. Brian said he wanted to help finish it out, that was 3, 4 is better but 3 is better than 2. Just as Brian drove up so did Nathanial, a young man who REALLY could have found better company and activity for his Sunday, putting up a roof for old people from his church could not be at the top of his FUN list. 4 is good! So we started B & K on the roof and N & C (me) on the bottom, putting on tape, removing protective film and loading the 24 ft peice on our loading shoot, the peice bows in the middle if you don't hold it just right. Just 2 peices up a red truck drives up and it is Roy and Faye, our dear friends. They had just said goodbye to their daughter and grandson and decided the day was so gorgeous we MUST be doing something on the house so they drove 30+ miles to come and see what they could help out with. 6 people working on the roof-- It was great, the way Roy and Brian and Keith worked together it was the first time the ground crew could not keep up!! God set up an awsome crew!THE FLOORS ARE FINISHED

You can see the shine! And NO we are not staining them, the color is in the concrete. The neat thing is each room has it's own personality and color! It is great! The floors are exactly what we were going for, we are very pleased, it was worth it.

BUT

I have not even tried to add all my hours together, put I am pretty sure it is up to 1000.

NEVER again! This will not be my business, I will not do this for a living, the machine is for sale!

We are now waiting for the foam insulation people to come in-- Tomorrow was the day, but we got a cold front, RAIN (drops of water from the sky) and 32-40 degrees, so it is freezing.

The guy will probably come Friday.

Things to come:

insulation

finish out plumbing(spouts out)

poly cabinets,1 sand and 1more coat(they came in and are gorgeous)

drywall/texture

doors

master bath stuff

lights in

set up kitchen-cabinets, appliances.

With all this we should be able to move in!