It’s Random Wednesday!

Okay, every day at This Girl is random.

So the big kid finally came home for Thanksgiving break last night. It was The Boy, The Man and three yacky, chatty girls. Apparently, my men could not get a word in edgewise. It sounds like it was a fun group, though. One girl, Linn, Shawn has known since they were in kindergarten together. So we know their family very well. One of the girls, Meghan, Shawn knew in high school and took her to Homecoming his Senior year. She is a cutie. She is currently dating Shawn’s roomie. Don’t get me started. The other girl, Mary Ashley, they all know from high school. She flew in from wherever she is going to school (down South) and they picked her up in Richmond. She is in town to surprise her bf, Shawn’s best friend, Austin. (I know, right…try to keep up.)

So after being greeted at the door by the dog and his mother (in that order) Shawn unloaded all of his dirty laundry everything and we were able to sit down and chat a bit. It was so funny to watch the greetings between Shawn and his siblings.

Sarah ran in, arms wide open, screaming his name, flinging herself into his arms like she hadn’t seen him in years. Apparently she felt that was enough because she was soon out the door heading up to Trey’s. Without another word.

The younger kid came in after his sister blew out and he and his brother eyed each other.

Shawn was first with his brotherly love greeting: “Hey, Loser.”

Brett returned the love, plus some: “Loser? Idiot.”

Then they began talking as if they hadn’t been separated for months about every thing you can think of from paint balling to basket ball.

Ahhh…everything is back to normal for a few days.

I love it.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. You are so on my heart and in my prayers this week!

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Memory Monday and a few updates…

I am so loving this idea from Joanne, The Simple Wife. I am now (FINALLY) memorizing me some scripture!

This week is another easy one and in a moment I’ll tell you why.

Matthew 10:8(b)…

“Freely you have received; freely give.”

That scripture has been pounded into me all week, in one way or another.

This morning during my quiet time I was working on A Guide to Prayer for All God’s People, the week of the first Sunday in Advent, and in the Reflections section, there was a prayer that I knew I was supposed to write down and memorize this week:

“O High and Glorious God,
enlighten my heart.
Give me unwavering faith,
sure hope,
and perfect love.
Give me deep humility,
wisdom and knowledge,
that I may keep your commandments. Amen”
Carlo Carretto

So, I am memorizing this prayer as well as my Monday Memory scripture.

An update from critter central…the coon is gone! Our pup, Samantha, scared him/her off. Sam was at the side door and I heard her go ballistic. By the time I got to the kitchen, whatever it was that set her off (and I’m convinced it was the coon) was long gone. Sam continued growling and snarling and barking for about 10 minutes afterwards. Every hair on her body was straight up and she was itching to get out one of our doors. I wouldn’t let her. Haven’t seen nor heard the coon since. The Man did find some frozen coon poop in the attic, but only the attic over the carport. I love our Sammie-girl.

My boy comes home tomorrow night!!! I can’t wait to see him and hug on him and make him cook every meal!

So did I mention that I ran into Jesus at the grocery store today? No? Well, I did. You see, for the last week or so, God has totally been thumping me on the head about being more aware of those around me. Yesterday’s sermon was on seeing Jesus and doing for Him when we see and help those around us.

Okay, so it takes me awhile to catch on, but this morning I finally asked Him to point out to me those He wants me to help, reach out to, etc., and specifics…I need specifics, God, cuz I’m dense and self-absorbed (mostly the self-absorbed thing).

Our grocery store has this new thing…you grab your very own hand-held scanner on the way in and scan your own groceries and bag ’em as you go. I’d never done it and was kinda in a rush, so I by-passed it on the way in, but as I watched everyone else doing it…I wanted to join in on the fun, too, so I went back to the front, got my mini-lesson and, scanner in hand, headed out into the jungle of aisles. I have to say that it was fun and also time-consuming. And I mean a lot of time was consumed.

After finally getting everything scanned and bagged and re-bagged and having to go back into the system to scan my $5.00 off coupon (so worth the aggravation) I headed out the door and ran smack-dab into The Salvation Army lady. I stopped and dropped in my $$ and turned to her for some on-the-run pleasantries. I can not remember exactly what she said, but I do know that it was an open-ended statement that afforded me the opportunity to stay and chat awhile or cut-and-run. Normally, I would have cut-and-run. This morning, I felt the tug to stay and chat.

Did. We. Ever.

For 35 minutes.

I never felt that I was to actually hand her some hard-cold-cash…although I was open to the idea and would have done it. She just needed someone to talk to. And God? He was so precious…He gave me words to say to encourage this woman. Words that I never would have bothered to say before. Or even thought to say before.

It was such a blessing…I can not begin to tell you.

As I dashed home to do the bidding of my daughter put my groceries away, I was seriously running late to get into the office before PW left for the airport, but I knew he would understand when I explained. He was just as tickled by all of it as I expected.

After all…it was HIS sermon that finally broke through my self-absorption yesterday.

I know it sounds trite and we (Christians) get slammed for tossing this around, but…

God is sooooo very good, y’all.

My prayer for each of you us this season is to make helping the least of these a habit.

I love you and I want you to know that you are such a huge, huge blessing to me.

P.S. Did I mention my boy is coming home tomorrow!!! He just called me. I can’t wait to see him!

Top Ten Tunes on my iPod.

1. Jesus Saves, Travis Cottrell
2. Now Behold the Lamb, Kirk Franklin
3. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, Casting Crowns
4. Glory (with Amy Perry), Selah
5. Light of the Stable, Selah
6. Were You There, Selah
7. Only You, David Crowder Band
8. Forevermore, Travis Cottrell
9. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, Travis Cottrell
10. The Hanukkah Song, Part 1 & Part 2, Adam Sandler (don’t judge me)

What’s your top ten songs these days?

A talk, a scare and a raccoon.

A Talk.

Trey…the Older Boyfriend…is in the process of making Life Decisions. Deciding not to go back to the university he had been attending and swimming for. Deciding to join the military instead. A part of me understands it and realizes he is showing a ton of maturity. Another part of me wants to talk him out of it. But he’s not my kid. And even if he were, he is 20 and able to make this choice legally on his own. Instead of thinking of enlisting in the military as a “last resort”, he is seeing it as an opportunity; a plan; a way to make something of himself. For that, I am proud of him.

A Scare.

While standing in my kitchen this evening, discussing the above topic with Trey and my sweet girl, I glanced into the bathroom at the end of the kitchen and, in all honesty, jumped when I saw someone looking back at me. That someone was my own reflection in the mirror. The scary part was…I didn’t recognize myself at first. When did I get so old? So frumpy? So chunky? And what is with that hair? I though it was a good hair day. By definition, “good” would be non-frizzy and doing what I want it to do. But it was too straight, too long, too dark (not helped by the fact that the bathroom light was off). Yuck. I hated the reflection looking back at me. And just as soon as I had that thought, I was comforted by another,”all of those things are changeable. They are external. The really scary part is the inside. Take a closer look at that and then let’s talk.” I will and we will. (But in the meantime, I need a hair cut, a 25 pound weight cut and a clothing allowance.)

A Raccoon.

We’ve been hearing some noises in the attic, behind the walls, abnormal places at the very least. So My Man climbed up into the attic through our closet ceiling and scouted it out. Nothing. When he went to put the extension cord back in the shed on the carport I heard, “*&SD&(&H*&^!!!!!!!!!!” following by “HHHHOOOOONNNNNEEEYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!” I truly thought he had fallen or become impaled on something. He hadn’t. But he had seen a really long, thick, furry black and brown ringed tail scurrying away (thankfully) above him. I told him he was lucky…imagine if he had gone up into THAT attic to pull down my Christmas dishes (which is on the schedule to do this weekend) and had his close encounter of the raccoon kind!

Guess who will be calling Animal Control in the morning?

Goodness Gracious! It’s been an entire week since I posted. Four days since I updated Twitter. What have I been doing? Besides being sick in bed since Saturday afternoon. I’m up and about this morning, although I did sleep in til 8:15. I’m really shaky this morning. Kind of hyper. I ate lots of comfort foods (soups, toast, tea and a donut or two) so it’s certainly not lack of food. Maybe anxiousness over still not feeling great and having so much to do. I know already that I’m going to need to nap later. I am totally wiped out.

My memory verse for this week is Galatians 2:20.

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

This was not the verse I had planned on memorizing this week. It is the verse that God planned on me memorizing this week. It is the verse that God led me to this morning before I even opened my devotional to this week’s study. It was, for me, a random verse. To God, however, it was all planned.

When I sat down for my quiet time this morning, I began the way I usually begin…by journaling. I always write the date in the top right corner and usually the time and sometimes the day of the week or even a one-word weather report. Lol. Don’t judge me…it’s just what I do! This morning, I wrote the date. Under it I wrote what popped into my head God put on my heart:

A New Beginning.

Interesting.

I remained quiet and allowed Him to plant a few more thoughts on my heart.

A new relationship with You, Sweet Lord.

A new relationship with my husband.

A new relationship with our children.

A new relationship with our home.

A new relationship with my Self Susan.

To further pound this theme home (I love when He does this because I rarely get it the first time around), I flipped open A Guide to Prayer for All God’s People. Not to the page marked with an index card, which would be today’s study. No, the Retreat Models section opened. Page 362 to be exact. The Theme? New Beginnings.

I’m no longer surprised by the mysterious ways of my God trying to get my attention.

Along with the scripture readings list (none of which jumped out at me to read) are Readings for Reflection. I scanned the first two, not really pulling anything from them. The third, however, caught my eye and as I read it, I knew it was for me.

The Christian life involves more than growth and development. It involves conversion and transformation, a radical turning of the Self toward the God who made us and who continues to sustain us. Christian faith is about an inner transformation of consciousness resulting from our encounter with the living Christ. (Page 363, A Guide to Prayer for All God’s People.)

Bingo. Flashing Green Neon Sign.

The next sentence was a scripture verse that I read over and over again.

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

I know that I am not only just to memorize this verse…I am to live this verse. Beginning today.

I can’t wait to get started.

Love you guys.

Susan

Memory Monday

So last week my memory verse was John 11:35. I know you know it.

“Jesus wept.”

Yep…last week was a tad busy so I needed an easy one. Can’t get much easier.

But guess what…whenever I thought on this verse, it had a profound impact on me. Jesus wept. Reinforcing the fact that He walked on this earth. As a human. With human emotions. Human reactions. Even knowing He was going to raise Lazarus from the dead, He felt such sorrow and compassion…He wept. Jesus, the Son of God, the Son of Man, wept. In public. Allowing His feelings to show.

For so many years, way too many to count, I kept my emotions in check, under control. In public. In private. One fateful day, several years ago, my sweet daughter innocently asked me what would be a serious life-changing question, “mom, how come I’ve never seen you cry?”

A story for another day, but it did change me. And last week’s scripture memorization, although picked up as an “easy” scripture to memorize, turned out to make quite an impact on me. I love how His Word always does that.

This week’s memory verse is going to be much more difficult. Not in memorizing, but in what it does to me; my attitude; my heart. It’s already started working.

Galatians 5:22-23. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Galatians 5:22-23.

Apparently, God thinks I need to be thumped repeatedly over the head with this scripture as it has been popping up everywhere I turn today.

Love you guys,

Susan

Sarah’s Senior Ad and a new resolve to simplify and organize.

Seriously…this has been painful. We have thousands of pictures totally not organized, tossed in bins, drawers, photo boxes and a stack of albums. Yes…I have a couple of boxes of Creative Memories stuff…who has time for that?

I WANT time for that.

My Winter project is going to be to start getting our photos in some sort of order.

I have a couple of questions and I could really use your help and your answers.

1. Do you scrapbook?
2. Do you just put your photos in albums, without the “scrapbooking” part of it?
3. Do you put your photos in photo boxes in some semblance of order?
4. Do you toss duplicate photos/similar photos?
5. How do you store your negatives?
6. Where should I start/how do I get started?

Here is the really sad part…both Russell and I were on our high school yearbook staffs…I was the editor, for crying out loud! We passed that gene onto our oldest child. He was on the yearbook staff, too and was also an editor. Photos and preserving memories are important to me. I’m keeper of the Hart/Meyer family photos and history. My mother, in all of her smartness, has not given me the boxes yet to organize cuz, well, she knows I haven’t even gotten my stuff organized!

Once I figure out to upload the PDF file that is now Sarah’s Senior Ad…I’ll show it to you. In the meantime I’m off to watch last night’s episode of The Office.

Love ya.

I am so excited!

First. Look what I have….

The Entire Leader’s Kit. Woo-Hoo!

I’m leading this study in January for our Bible Study Girls at church and I can not wait!

Then, I had this brilliant idea…why not do this….

Since I’m leading, I also did the leader guide…

And then, because I am super-crafty, I whipped up this to go with…

NOT.

Okay, I joke. My bff, Joanne gave me the awesome idea to take my member book to Staples and have it bound. And I knew she made these, so I e-mailed her and she sent me one.

The Bible Study Girls are going to be sooooo jealous! I mean seriously…my bible study book is spiral bound and wrapped up in this pretty fabric.

I am so taking it to Bible Study this Monday night to show it off see if they are interested in having their books bound and ordering a sweet cover from Joanne, too.

You know…it’s the little things in life that make it all worthwhile.

TTFN.

Thankfulness…

:: A bit of rain this week. Always nice. Always needed around here.

:: Volleyball is over. Never thought I’d be thankful for that. Enjoyed it; loved it; time to move on. It’s all over but the parties.

:: Freedom.

:: Shawn. I’ve had to reassure him all week that even though he is a die-hard, ultra-conservative, Republican…he is going to survive a Democratic Congress and President.

:: Shawn. I love, love, love how he is so strong in his beliefs and so convinced that he is right and “they” are wrong. He rises to the challenge to debate; keeping his cool; never ridiculing; always confident and firm in his stand.

:: Our home. Warm. Comfy.

:: Jesus.

Twenty Bits of Randomness.

1. I am panicking. I totally lied about needing a break from the sports. Volleyball is the only connection My Girl and I have. What will we do? How will we communicate? Will we ever see each other again? Be still, my anxious and pounding heart.

2. I just ate two ginormous cinnamon buns from Whole Foods trying to ease the ache in my heart and the panic in my brain.

3. I felt better after I popped the last little bite into my mouth and washed it down with the last swig of milk. I just might make it through the day now.

4. I got on the scale this morning. BIG MISTAKE.

5. Why is it than when we are shocked, nay…astounded…by the number of the scale we run right out and buy junk food to soothe the soul?

6. I’m playing hookie from church. And I do not feel the slightest bit guilty.

7. Number 6 really concerns me.

8. Tomorrow will be the last night I watch The Beast play competitive volleyball. (They are totally going to get crushed…I’m not being pessimistic, I’m being realistic. The only way they will win is if the other team doesn’t show up, literally.)

9. She did decide to toss me a little bone, however. She has picked soccer back up again. And (and this is the little bone she tossed out) she is considering going out for the high school team. She hasn’t played competitive soccer in oh, six years or so. Can she still make the team? Possibly. She is that good.

10. I’m her mother and I can say, “she is that good”. But also, she really is that good.

11. At all sports.

12. Like her mother used to be.

13. In the days long before she would gasp, moan, gnash her teeth and weep when she got on the scale.

14. I miss my oldest child. I really do. His messy room, with the junk thrown all over the place, unmade bed, two inch layer of dust building up everywhere, is really beginning to irk me. Like I’m going to have to just stop closing the door and ignoring it.

15. Thankfully, his room is in the basement and I CAN close the door and just ignore it.

16. My shoulders are getting better. And, in what is clearly TMI…I can actually shave my pits now. Without cutting myself. I know, I know…you have NO idea what I’ve been going through.

17. I am loving using Sarah’s hair straightener every day. My hair is longer right now than it’s been in years and years and I can actually get away with it because I can straighten it and it’s not one big cotton ball on top of my head.

18. My stomach is rebelling against the two ginormous cinnamon buns and large glass of milk.

19. I’m gong to need a nap.

20. After I make chili, apple crisp and brownies…

Happy First Day of Standard Time~