Monday, May 25, 2015

Manna Jar


A couple years ago at church we talked about how God answers our prayers but we aren't always the best at noticing. We hop from one problem to the next with barely a pause in between and we wonder why "God never hears me." Really, though, He hears and He answers...I am normally just too self-involved to notice. I decided to be more diligent about thanking Him for hearing and answering. I decided to cut back on my ridiculous self-involvement and savor the moments by writing the answered prayers and blessings on a slip of paper and keeping it in a jar. On New Years Eve, Husband and I read through and remember all the cool things God has done.
 
We aren't even halfway through the year and the jar is packed...and last Tuesday we got to add one more.  We had an appointment with the hip doc and she showed us these pictures.
 
 
The top picture is from March.  See that little round thing?  It's floating around in outer space when it should be sitting nicely in the socket.  And see that white line thing?  That's the socket.  It should have a nice, deep curve in it so the bone will stay in place.  Instead, it looks more like a spatula than a spoon.
 
The bottom picture was taken Tuesday.  Look at that beautifully curved socket.  And the way the bone sits in there?  Marvelous...just marvelous.  Actually, miraculous is the correct word.  Seriously.  Miraculous.  The doc said the hip looks so good that the brace only has to be worn while sleeping AND we don't have to go back for two months!  I like our doctor but I sure am glad to see less of her! 
 
God is good.  Maybe instead of a Manna Jar we should invest in a Manna Bucket. 
 
 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

HOUSE!!!!!!!



So...this happened. WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!



Lily is excited to pack up all her friends and move in. We close in one month from today...which might be the longest month ever because we are so pumped. Mark it down on your calendar and bring some old clothes for painting. Pizza, cookies and sarcasm will all be provided. 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Predictably Unpredictable

The only thing I know about life...it's predictably unpredictable. Just when I think I know, I realize I don't.


After two years on the day shift at work, Husband has been moved to the weekend night shift. Weekends and nights. Don't get me wrong...we are happy he still has a job...but weekends and nights? That wasn't exactly in my five year plan. There are some benefits, I'm sure. None really come to mind but they are probably just hidden somewhere behind and between all the things we can't do anymore. No more weekend dates or going to church together or dinner after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I used to think I was a flexible person, rolling with the punches with optimism in my pocket. Seems like I left those jeans in the laundry and my optimism got all wrinkled. 


I know. It's really not so bad and I should put a tiara on since I'm being such a drama queen. Someday I will look back and laugh at myself for questioning the plan. Someday when we end up in the place we are supposed to be, the path and the plan will make sense. Unfortunately, for someone who likes predictability, this unpredictable life is predictably frustrating in the most unpreditable ways. 


Friday, May 1, 2015

Big, Bold Prayers

You know how you ask God for things and you pray and you pray. And then He does them and your face is like...


And God is like...
 

Why am I surprised when God answers my prayers? I know He can and I know He does. I guess I just don't always know if my plan is His plan.

A couple years ago at church, we did a book study thing about praying and one of the main themes was, "God honors bold prayers and bold prayers honor God." I always shied away from bold prayers. After all, what if I go telling people and then He doesn't answer my prayer? I will look silly and God will look weak. God? Look weak? That's ridiculous! So I started praying bold prayers and God answered them. 

Before we put our house on the market I prayed a bold prayer...that it would sell in one week for over our asking price. I told our realtor. He chuckled. One week? Seriously? For over the asking price? Right. Good luck with that. 

And then...it did. Our house sold in one day. ONE DAY!! For over the asking price. OVER the asking price! Did you read that? Can you believe it? Sure, we cleaned and scrubbed and decluttered but in one day? That, my friends, is a straight up miracle. 

Sometimes I think God answers big prayers just so God can see our faces.