Musings

It’s almost Christmas. I can’t believe how quickly time has passed us by. I changed blogs recently and in a clearing out of the old to make room for the new, I deleted my old posts. I wish I hadn’t done that. Sometimes I get overzealous in wanting to make room for the new things God has in store and I clear out too much.

I still have my stories, saved in a word file. Kept as my own scrapbook of random thoughts and wishes. I’m glad I at least did that, rather than throw the baby out with the proverbial bathwater. I need to know where I’ve been. It helps me see where I’m going sometimes. I have a built in forgetter, and my stories are really God’s story and if I don’t see them, I forget how far he’s brought me.

This has been a facinating week. If you missed the news, Tulsa had the worst ice storm in it’s history. I wasn’t prepared. We thought we were. Jeff and I went to the store and stocked up on food and supplies, believing the most inconvient thing this storm would bring would be rough travel. We were wrong.

We didn’t plan for a week long power outage. 264,000 homes and businesses were without power. I forgot, I have an electric stove. My supplies weren’t very useful. But that’s okay – I learned that I have a lot to learn when it comes to being ready. And even then – I have to trust God to provide for my gaps. And he always does. And boy did he ever.

I’m going to blog about that week for a while. Hopefully my pictures will turn out because I’m not sure I can truely paint this picture with words. Even if they don’t, I’ll try.

God’s Spirit spoke to us in amazing ways this week.

I had a blast with God in the darkness of my home. More so that I remember allowing in the light. Isn’t that so true to us? We don’t mean it to be. But we get busy – doing. And I, at least, get wrapped up in being a doer, and forget how to simply be.

I have teenagers and I spend as much time in my car as I do at home. There’s always someplace to be or something to do. I’m part of a missionary team. A church planter. A teacher. A songwriter, a singer, a mother, a wife. Doing it all to the glory of God – I hope, and yet I forget to spend face time with the lover of my soul, my creator and my sustainer. I get tired when I do that. The things that feed me (using my gifts), can quickly become the things that drain me, if I’m not careful.

So he pulled the lights for a week – maybe. He had my attention – kinda hard not too. I really didn’t have any distractions other than the cold.

And having a teachers heart, I’m going to write about his gifts in the days to come.

There’s a Hole in Our Wall, Dear Jeffrey

(Sung to There’s a hole in the bucket)
I bought a new cabinet
Dear Jeffrey
Dear Jeffrey
I bought a new cabinet
For our bathroom downstairs
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I looked for your drill bit
Dear Jeffrey
Dear Jeffrey
I looked for your drill bit
Dear Jeffrey
And found it, I did.
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I looked for the studs
like it said to
dear jeffrey
I looked for the studs
and low there they were
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I missed them Dear jeffrey
Dear Jeffrey
I missed them Dear Jeffrey and I don’t know how.
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There are holes in our wall, dear Jeffrey
dear Jeffrey
There are holes in our wall Dear Jeffrey
Four holes
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The cabinet’s not up yet dear jeffrey
dear jeffrey
The cabinet’s not up yet cuz I lost the bracket thingie that goes in the hole.
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we might need some plaster
and more paint
dear jeffrey
We might need some plaster
and more paint
to hide my mistakes.
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Love you Honey!