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I Serve an Incredible God

On one of my regular reads this weekend, I ran across one of you amazing women that talked about a Lon Solomon sermon, “Ask and it Will be Given to You”, 5/22/05. I love Lon Solomon. He’s here in Virginia. I’ve not heard him/seen him preach in person, but I do regularly listen to his sermons.

I just have to tell you that I have really struggled with unbelief lately. Unbelief. Lack of faith. The whole stupid trust thing. It has become my number one pit. And I hate it. It makes my heart race. My stomach churn. Keeps me awake at night. Consumes my thoughts. That’s where I’ve been lately. Questioning, doubting, wondering what in the world is He doing?

So I took Lon at his word that God really does want us to ask Him. To be specific. To be honest. To just put it out there. So, I did. The particulars aren’t important. In the grand scheme of life, it is but a temporary moment thing. But it has consumed me lately and I had to tell Him about it and be open, repentant and sincere. Because really, although I try for my motives and my heart to be pure, I wasn’t even so sure they were for this particular request. And I told Him that, too. And then I made my request.

And He answered me. I knew it would be done. And I knew it would work out the way I requested it would.

And it did.

And I feel stupid and thankful and weepy all at the same time.

Because really, it was just a little thing as far as our journey here goes. But it meant the world to me and to others. And the best part is that…

I know, absolutely know, He did it for me. To build my faith. My trust. To help me overcome my unbelief.

And I feel so unworthy. That my God, Creator of the Universe, Lover of my soul, would be so involved and in complete control of a stupid little thing like this, in my life.

The best part is that, it wasn’t just for me and for this one little thing. It was for a lifetime.

If you doubt tonight that God does not love you and is not watching and in control of every minute thing in your life, I have to tell you that He is.

He. Is.

An Update and I’m All Over the Place

I have a confession to make. We live in a hotel. At least we treat our home as one during every two sport season. Like Fall. When Lucy plays volleyball and Caleb plays football. Fall has actually been a Three Sport Season for us when the oldest would also play baseball.

But back to this hotel business.

This picture tell a secret, horrible story. Maybe not so secret, but definitely horrible. I wish I could say that my kitchen looking like this is a rarity. But I can’t. It quite often looks like this.
And it is driving me insane.

It’s not that we like having our kitchen look like this. It’s not that we’re resigned to it looking this way. We are just so flippin’ busy that it has become The Dumping Ground. And heaven help us if the dishwasher is full, with clean or dirty dishes. One dish left in the sink quickly multiplies to 20. One paper left on the counter in an instant becomes 50.

I had to cook in this kitchen yesterday. The Outlaws were coming over for dinner and I had to clear space, peel and cut up veggies, season the pot roast and toss it all in the crock pot.
Somehow. Somewhere.
Needless to say, I cleaned and got it all together. And today, it’s right back to nearly as bad. Nearly, but not quite.

And the rain. Bring on the sweet rain! It has been raining for two days and I am loving it. Sweet, nectar of life! We need it. Thank You, God for bringing the rain.

Speaking of Bring the Rain. Mercy Me’s song, Bring the Rain is incredible. Listen here for how the song came about. I think it will speak to you.

Joanne has posted a great post that begins with a Meme on books. And ends with an amazing analogy that I’ve been mulling since last night.

An update on Lucy and The Boyfriend. Apparently, he phoned…twice…the night of Homecoming. She didn’t pick up. Will he NEVER get the message? And The Homecoming Date…I guess he was just A Date after all. He may be “in like” with Lucy, but he told her brother that he will “honor the code” of not dating a friend’s sister. Interesting. He and Philip may end up as roomies at college. Philip told me the other night that a lot of his friends are interested in dating his sister but know that they can’t. I find it all fascinating. There appears to be no “code” amongst the girls.

And I had to admit to Joanne that I have never read through The Chronicles of Narnia (or Harry Potter) and she has read through both series over and over. So, last night I started The Magician’s Nephew. I’ve read it once, but wanted to begin at the beginning. I’ll take it with me this week to CNU, assuming I end up going because…

Caleb was up sick all night. And is still getting sick. I can’t have The Parents come up and walk into this kind of thing…who knows who will get it next. I don’t do vo**t well. My tummy has been churning all day from Caleb being sick and me anticipating/worrying about who will get it next. And having to clean before The Parents get here and do laundry and pack and oh…did I mention I have a job? It’s Been A Day, that’s for sure. Please toss up an arrow prayer for me/us that NO ONE else gets it. Apparently, it’s ripping thru the elementary school and the high school. Ugh.

It has just been a difficult last couple of weeks. I was finally at the point yesterday that I just wanted to stand in the middle of the room and SCREAM. As I contemplated actually following through with it, I felt a tug on my heart. And the soft whisper of a loving God Who gently reminded me that I have not met with him much since last week. Not in prayer, other than quick, “please don’t…” and “please let…” and “please give me…”. Those are okay, but that is not what He wants from me. My journal and my bible study sits next to Mamie’s Chair collecting dust and dog hair (which needs to be dusted and vacuumed tonight) and my quiet time has been pretty much non-existent. And he quickly brought to mind the first scripture I ever memorized and still love today:

1 O God, you are my God,
early will I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.

2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.

5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.

7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.

8 My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me. Psalm 63

I mixed the NIV and KJV together for this. The KJV says “early will I seek You” whereas the NIV says “earnestly will”.

Reminding me that I must seek Him. Daily. In the morning.

Homecoming Pics

My Girl and The Homecoming Date

The Boy and Cutie

The Boys

The Girls

The Volleyball Connection (with The Team Manager)

Nails and Toes $58
Hair Supplies $25
Shoes $50
Dress $100
Make-up $25
Boutenneire for date $15
Goodies for the girls as they get ready $15
Look on The Homecoming Date’s face when he sees My Girl Pricesless

Post Number Three for the day.

Mini-update on My Girl and HER LIFE.

She’s still not playing much on the volleyball team. She’s quite resigned. I hate that. I’m still talking to God about it. Daily.

The (ex) Boyfriend phones and text-messages still. She’s over it. Yay!

A girl that My Girl knows is in Like with The Homecoming Date. My Girl doesn’t really know what to make of this. The Other Girl did contact My Girl and ask her about it and mentioned that IF My Girl doesn’t REALLY LIKE The Homecoming Date and he’s JUST A DATE, could she have a shot at him?

No word on the final decision other than My Girl told her that she THINKS she MIGHT like him, but she’s not really sure. In other words, “back off, girlfriend”.

The joys of raising a teenage daughter. I’m thankful I only have one. I don’t have time for any others. A friend of ours has three girls. 16, 13 and 8.

The Man and I just point and laugh.

In a loving way, of course.