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content2b……. is my self proclaiming that I will be content no matter what condition I am in.
See Phillipians 4: 11 “I am not saying this out of need, for I have learned to be content regardless of my circumstances”.

Freedom? Happiness?

Is happiness really a warm puppy? There was a book by Peanuts animator Charles Schultz called, “Happiness Is a Warm Puppy”.
Happiness is different for everyone. All people have their own perspective of the word freedom, also.
We still await financial freedom that will contribute to our happiness when house number one closes. I had asked my hubby if we should just consolidate and have smaller bills. He said no.

We will be generous givers to God and those doing His work. We made that commitment months ago.
As God would have it, hubby came home to tell me we were possibly going to get that 1000 dollars that H and R Block advertises. We did our taxes there last month. He got an email that said we were possibly going to get that money. That would be too awesome. God says He will give rewards to His faithful from secret hidden (surprise) places. Thanks, God!

Fresh Paint

My hubby has been home more. He has been painting. We agree that the house is nicer with fresh paint inside here and there. It’s nice for us and it could possibly be a draw for home buyers who come looking.Everything looks cleaner and the built up stench of litter boxes, that’s embedded in the walls, is gone. We don’t know how long this affect will last, but it’s good for now. Actually, the cats were more than curious when my hubby started. Some got paint on their fur after rubbing against the walls when they walk. They tried to bathe themselves and got a yucky taste in their mouths. They made faces and some sneezed. I came at them with a wet wash cloth. That was fun. They saw me coming.
No! We are having none of that. I explained it could be worse. I could be putting them in the sink for a whole bath.
Yes, this was all comical. There are moments in life that are worth saving up a chuckle for.
That being said, I sort of wish my hubby would have done more to pretty up the place. I wish he would have cleaned up the clutter outside. Maybe he could empty the barn and do away with clutter. Perhaps he could move garage clutter to the barn. Organize. I realize with his limited time, ability to do alone, and wanting to keep cost down painting was the best choice for now.
I wait and I grin…

Dry my hands?

I generally don’t take the time to dry my hands. At church, I dry them off because I know I will be shaking hands just about immediately. At home? In restaurants? Nah…
In Florida I can shake my hands and they will be dry shortly. If I am really wanting to rush it, I will give a quick rub on my jeans. Is it that I’m really so impatient?
Up North I dry my hands more because they will get chapped. Chapped, dry hands are no fun. Then, they have to be dry to apply lotion.

Waiting…..slow internet…

My internet has been unusually slow. Days have gone by and I even get bumped off the internet. The computer tells me I have no connection. I check and see I am connected.
Keep in mind, when we first moved into this house, we were told absolutely no internet or cable or anything like that was available to us.
I am thankful for the internet. Much of my news and social life is via internet. Some could say this is a sad thing.
On a positive note, I utilize my experiences, waiting, struggles to show others that amidst all that, I still look to God.

“W” is for…

It can’t be coincidence that words like wait, worry, and weary start with W. W is the first letter in many positive words, too, but from my stand point of still waiting: I’m going to purpose to stay away from the end of the alphabet near W.

God spare me from my negative thoughts like this. Let me remain true to You. I’m thinking of the lyrics to the song: “Come Thou Fount of Many Blessings”. There’s a section in that song that says, “prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love”. I confess to putting my trust in You, God. I will not wander from my assignment.

“Help me.”

Waiting to Marry: McMurty and Lloyd in same day

Being this is still Valentine’s Day week, there’s the Christian perspective of waiting for the Godly spouse God would have you marry. Dr. Grady McMurty: “The Creationist’s View of Marriage”, would advise a close look at Ephesians. Guys, seek Christ first and foremost. Secondly, be willing to love your wife as Christ loved the church. ┬áLove sacrificially, even to the point of death if need be. When your wife feels secure in this kind of love, she will be willing: as a team partner with you: to submit to you.

Pastor Carrie Lloyd has written much including a blog. See ┬áHer latest book: “Prude” is about saving sex for marriage.


My Rocker

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I used to like to rock in my grandparents’ rocking chairs when I was young. Little did I know the full impact of a rocker. Sure, I’ve been known to rock my babies in one, but, now, I can relax in mine and set my posture right. I can also get just about hypnotized by the rocking motion. It lulls me. I can really focus while praying in this chair.

There’s an added perk to rocking, also. If I have had a more sedentary life style type day, I can burn a couple calories by rocking before bedtime. God saw to it I have all the necessary things for my individual life. I thank Him.

Come As You Are

We are members of an extraordinary Pentecostal church. We both grew up in Baptist churches. Hubby grew up in Southern Baptist and I in an American Baptist. I never really knew the difference till my adulthood. We both believe in wearing something nice to church. We don’t necessarily believe in dressing to the “nines”, but clean and without holes is good. We have been known to wear jeans to church. Outward appearance isn’t as important as inward appearance. God knows the heart.
There are many songs with lyrics “come as you are” before God in them. One similar lyric is: “Come, Now Is The Time To Worship, come now is the time to give your heart…” This is a song by Phillips, Craig and Dean.
Worship at home, worship in your car, worship at church…..worship your Maker and He will bless you. Worship is a lifestyle.


At our church we are going to start having a separate service for, and run by, people who were born between the years 1985 and 2000. This also happens to be the ages of my children. (5 and at least 2 extendeds)
The services will appeal to the millenials’ choice of music and more. They will be more blue jean friendly and youthful. This is good. The next generation needs to know how to run a service and how to pray for themselves. They need the fire of the Holy Spirit and His gifts and fruits. They need to practice operating in them. I believe if the next generation doesn’t get proficient in this area, the church will lack in the future. This will affect future generations.
We wait expectantly for the smart phone generation to fully retain focus and reliance on God.
…Joel talks about the Holy Spirit being poured out on all flesh in the last days.

I’m just not going to worry about it

My hubby can list things going on and how we are waiting for the closing, monies, and relief, but then he follows those sentences with “I’m just not going to worry about it”. He doesn’t realize he’s now reminded me of everything, but put some icing on the cake as saying, “I’m just not going to worry about it”. Weeks go by and he looks at me like I have 3 heads. He says I should be more like him and just not worry about it. This has happened several times.
We got to a point where bills would be due and the finances weren’t there: again. My hubby said he was just not going to worry about it. I smiled and said, almost sarcastically, “I wish I could be more like you.” Shortly after, he explained to me he had a feeling in his spirit that something was going to happen. He was urged to check the bank account. He saw we had already gotten our income tax refund. Wow! God is good!
This wasn’t the end of the blessed day. God loves us so much. He confirms things right and left for us.
That night we went to hear Lyndell Cooley at our church. He is a marvelous praise and worship singer/leader. After much great music, he said he was going to bring a message, but felt led to just let the Holy Spirit lead. As the Holy Spirit led, He got the message from God: “Someone here needs to hear that God says just don’t worry about it…whatever your ‘it’ is. God’s got you covered. You aren’t in a barren place.”
My hubby and I both cried tears of joy.


Hold on! I’m holding on….Keep holding on. Keep the faith. Hang in there. I even still hear people at church respond, to the question, “How are ya?” with “I’m hanging in there” or “I’m doin as well as can be expected”.
Been there, bought the tee shirt, agonized, lost my grip………..

Let go
Be held by God.

3 Cheers

Jesus is my cheerleader. What a great cheerleader to have.
I recently heard Pastor John Hagee talk about Jesus and at least 3 cheers. Matthew 9:2 says, “Behold, they brought to Him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus seeing their faith said unto the sick of the palsy; Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee.”
Be of good cheer.
John 16: 33 says, “These things have I spoken unto you, that in Me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”
Troubles in this world? No….there could never be troubles in this world, right? Pardon my sarcasm.
Mark 6: 50 says, “For they all saw Him, and were troubled. And immediately He talked with them, and said to them, Be of good cheer: it is I: be no afraid.”
I will be of good cheer.

Lip Balm

Lip balm is so soothing on a cold, dry day.
Jeremiah asked if there was a balm in Gilead. He asked if there was a physician there in Jeremiah 8: 22.
We will feel so soothed when we close on house number one. It will feel like a calming, warm oil on our lives. Our faith will be sight and our finances will be on the mend. They were rather “sick”.
Calling on the elders of the church to pray over and anoint us with oil in the name of the Lord, we can have our emotional healing: as it says in James 5: 14.

Old Rugged Cross

Jesus had it so much worse than I am having it. There’s no comparison. I’m experiencing inconvenience. He gave it all.
Today is Ash Wednesday.
Dear Jesus, thank You for giving Your all for me.
I’m thankful for the old song, “The Old Rugged Cross” as a reminder.


We know to tithe our income from our first fruits.
As my hubby has also grown a lawn business over the years, God has blessed it. The amount of customers has grown, the equipment has gotten bigger and better, and our tithes increased. We testified to God’s goodness. We began to experience more and more break downs of equipment.
We know God will take care of us no matter what. We trust God at His word. Malachi 3: 10 tells us to “Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove Me now: saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.”
We are both generous givers. We have been giving to needs, but not our tithe. We know God keeps His word about giving and it shall be given unto you, pressed down, shaken together, running over…” (Luke 6: 38)

Band aids

Some of my background includes seeing my parents have a plumbing, household problem and they just call a professional. The professional comes to fix the problem and charges a professional price.
My hubby comes from some background of “fix it yourself.” He gathered and drew on what he saw and mimicked it. He can rig anything and make it work more years than not. He is smart that way.
When it comes to his job, he was seeing too much ‘make do” attitude and some total lack of caring altogether.
He knows what is needed for a class A school. He knows where expenses can be trimmed. He knows where they can’t. He saw too many band aids being put on big problems at his High school.
We have been putting band aids on our bills. As we wait for the closing on house number 1, we almost hold our breath.

Hubby said, “You didn’t!”

Yep, I did. I’m not sure what came over me, but after hearing my hubby complain about work so much, I did something about it. I thought it was more just something to make me feel better.
My hubby can’t stand the failures and lack of caring where he works. He works hard. He has bought things for work out of his own pocket. This job is the one where he is a High school custodian.
I had heard things for weeks about how his job is lacking. After hearing, repeatedly, about his having a bag of bloody rags left in his office for weeks, the idea to write a letter to the editor in the local newspaper came to mind.
Oh boy.
Now my hubby is praying the newspaper doesn’t choose to print it.
My hubby was praying for a job at a different school.
He saw one come up online. He applied. God let him get the job at the local Middle school. He starts in 19 days.