Help Me, Lord!

As many of you know, I am really passionate about women's ministries. Well, after moving here, many of the women in this new church have expressed their desires to see a women's ministry started here. After learning more about me, they asked me to head this up with the help of another wonderful woman here. I agreed and began thinking things through. My plan: to start up something in January, after a couple months of organization and getting to know people. God's plan: Tomorrow. Yes, you read correctly, tomorrow. The women strongly stated that they wouldn't mind something nice and organized in January, but they want something now. So my only response was "ok, God." I told them I wouldn't mind meeting with them for a Bible study and get to know you time. So they said, "ok, will you lead it Thursday?" Talk about lack of preparation! So of course, I have been going through a ton of inner turmoil. Thoughts like Why did you choose me, God? and How on earth am I supposed to do THIS? In THREE days?? and Well, it's ok, because Marci will be there to help. This last thought was followed by a phone call from the said person, and guess what? She has a fever. She can't make it. I politely agreed to lead it on my own, sounding like it was no big deal, then hung up the phone and cried aloud Help me, God! I don't think I can do this! Please help me, LORD!!! Well, the things your children hear! Not 15 minutes later I reminded Micaiah that it was time for nap. She threw her hands in the air, ran through the room crying "Help me, God! Help me, God! I can't do this! Help me, God!"
So, I guess the moral of the story is: She is now napping, and tomorrow I will be leading a Bible study.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. Phil. 4:13

Who are you now?

Yes, we have made it to that age. My little girl's imagination has opened and we have entered the world of invisible hot cocoa, imaginary friends, and new identities. One day she is Cinderella, the next she's the evil Stepmother (I have never come across a child yet who actually WANTED to be the stepmother, but here you have it!) She was Loulou on the way home. This morning she was Daddy "Micah" going to work as she was riding her wooden "pony" and she "had a puppy in the front yard named Lil Puppy" this morning....hmmm. Now she is Sleeping Beauty fixing me some invisible tea. She has been a froggy, and birdy, a giraffe and a baby. Somehow Brother always gets dragged into being something like the Handsome Prince, the baby frog, or something...and I don't know how many times this week I have heard the words "I'm not Micaiah!" Oh, what fun! It really is! The only task is remebering who she is!!!!!

Great visit/other blog

Well, we had a wonderful visit. I was so glad that all of my sister-in-laws were able to come down no Monday (and some of my bros) because I was really glad to be able to see everyone, esp on the first trip back, encourages me to know that I can actually do this away thing. I was so glad to see all of my "babies" too, big and little. I can't believe how much Addie and Jude have grown. Nicolae and Nehemiah are pretty much the same as before. I returned home to due bills, and empty pantry and overflowing laundry baskets. That's ok. At least I know I am good for something! I would like all of my "sisters" to check out my other blog. My hopes for it is that we can all share stuff on there about our growth in the Lord, and hopefully be able to learn from each other and our experiences. Invite others to join too, if you think they would enjoy it or need it. nicoleandtheking.blogspot.com

I'm in the Lord's Army

Aren't kids wonderful? No wonder God wants us to come to him as little children!

Out of service

I am here at the library and just wanted you all to know that my computer at home has ceased to work. Therefore, I will be out of contact until I come back in 1 1/2 weeks and get my other computer. You can call me though!

A Pooky Tory

Last night our daughter decided to read Mommy and Daddy and "Bwudder" a "Pooky Tory." It was Clifford's Halloween. She began:
Pg 1 "I Emmy Lisbet. This Clifford, a big red gog." (The beginning of every Clifford book.)
Pg 2 "Clifford a ghost."
Pg 3 "ooooooooooh! He pooky."
Here we were on the edge of laughing, when
Pg 4 "AAAAHHHH! A ghost! Run for your lives!!!"
Pg 5 "Oh, it's Clifford. The End."

I can only imagine from where that phrase came into my daughter's vocabulary! (thank you cousins!) How funny! I love that she is starting to REALLY talk now. Except when she says things like, "no, Ia notta getta pankin!!!" or when she has just gotten scolded she says, "Mommy, be happy!"
Couple days ago, we were sitting on the sofa with the windows open. I had made prior mention of the cows stinking. Well, I got a whiff of something from outside, but to be sure, I leaned over and sniffed in her direction. She got so indignant and said, "Mom! Ia not a tinky tow!!!" LOL!

What NOW?

All you moms out there know exactly how I feel when I say, "what now?!" I mean really, does she honestly think brothers are for riding just because they are on all fours? And why is it that "Belle" is his prime target when there are 4 other baby toys within reach? And does it really help me when she drags the toy vaccuum across my recently swept up pile of yuk? Why does she ask me 5 times in a row "What are you doing, Mommy?" when the answer is the same every two minutes? How much spit up can one child produce in a day? How much dirt can one pair of boots bring in through the door? And HOW MANY PUNISHMENTS will make a two year old GO TO BED???? Why does everything look the same coming out as going in? And why do telemarketers call at the time when you have to trip 3 times before reaching the phone? Why does your coffee spill all over during your only 15 minutes of quiet time in a day (that one's for you, Chan!)? Why do babies eat paper? and what on earth possesses your husband to come home in the evening and ask, "Why are you so tired????"

Need I say more?