So I keep meaning to post more. I write all sorts of things in my head....and yet none of them have made it here. Truth be told I haven't spent any time on the computer. If I have gotten something done, its been from my phone or ipad. That being said, I am not even sure what to write about today. I was reading a friend of mines blog today (again first time on computer in forever). Her writing is very real and very funny. I thought mine would be that way (minus the four kids she has). I realized mine has definitely been more serious and very God focused, all of which I love. Apparently I will have to get my funny out else where. I have always loved to write. Now I just need to get my writing focused. And my life. But for the sake of the blog, my writing. I don't put labels on my blog or promote it on facebook or anywhere else. I just write and if someone reads it...awesome. I am trusting that God will guide where it needs to go. Same with my life.
Trust is such a hard thing for us. As people I mean. Especially as we get older. When we are young, we trust any one and every one. Until we get hurt. So by the time we are older, you have to earn trust. But what about God?? It is so hard for me to just put my life completely into God's extremely capable hands. Taking that leap of faith is so hard. Why? Because it is unknown, because its scary, because we cant control it, because what if it doesnt work and so on and on and on. But what if we let go of all of those "things" and just let Him lead the way. What could we do? What could we accomplish? How far could we go? Who could we help? We will never know until we just trust God. I struggle with this daily. Just one example is raising my daughter. Am I teaching her enough, am I playing with her enough, which school is the best option, what about morals and ethics and God and right and wrong, friends, and heart issues. Is she going to be an educated well rounded compassionate understanding person? What happens if I make the wrong decision? This one decision effects and affects so much. And that is just scratching the surface. Every mom goes through this. I want so much for her. Why can I not just trust in the Lord and do the best I can each day? Today I pray to be the best child of God, wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, person I can be today. Help me God because I cannot do it myself. I need to learn to just trust God and listen to him. My husband is getting so much better at this. I am so proud of him for it. There are times when I feel okay at it, and others I just want to flip out and cry. Each day I have to make an effort and pray. Do you have this type of struggle too? Please share or if you dont, how did you get there? Keep Calm and Trust in the Lord.
Whitney
Monday, March 11, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
The School in the Day
So I was cleaning my house yesterday while my little munchkin was off learning about school stuff. It was Seuss day so she was having fun. I was thinking while cleaning about school. I used to dream about when she when to preschool how for 2 days a week (really just 1 because the other is in bible study) of all the things I would do. I would have lunch with friends, get a pedicure, read a book, organize the house (mainly the closets...sheesh that needs to be done), clean when needed. The list was endless and mostly relaxing.
Well, reality has struck. This is February. She has been in school since September. 1 day I have taken to myself. 1 day I have cleaned. That is all. Every other day is taken up with appointments or other things that have to be done. Yesterday I just took out of necessity. So if you look at it that way...well nevermind. Thats not pretty. When you send your kids off to school I am sure you had the same dreams and they were crushed the same way. Why did no one tell me of this before hand? Oh well. I guess for now I will be grateful, and Thankful for an amazing school that she loves and a gracious God who provides. Really what more could a girl ask for? I do have to be truly fair and honest though. When mom got sick ALL of my free time was there with her. I praise God for giving me that ability. Who knows what I could have done or not done? The moral of the story is that God knows where he wants me to be and what he wants me to do, so that is okay. Obviously organizing can wait. ;-) Also, on a completely random note...have you noticed how God has been showing off his art skills with the clouds and sky lately!? Wow it has been beautiful!!!
Whitney
Well, reality has struck. This is February. She has been in school since September. 1 day I have taken to myself. 1 day I have cleaned. That is all. Every other day is taken up with appointments or other things that have to be done. Yesterday I just took out of necessity. So if you look at it that way...well nevermind. Thats not pretty. When you send your kids off to school I am sure you had the same dreams and they were crushed the same way. Why did no one tell me of this before hand? Oh well. I guess for now I will be grateful, and Thankful for an amazing school that she loves and a gracious God who provides. Really what more could a girl ask for? I do have to be truly fair and honest though. When mom got sick ALL of my free time was there with her. I praise God for giving me that ability. Who knows what I could have done or not done? The moral of the story is that God knows where he wants me to be and what he wants me to do, so that is okay. Obviously organizing can wait. ;-) Also, on a completely random note...have you noticed how God has been showing off his art skills with the clouds and sky lately!? Wow it has been beautiful!!!
Whitney
Friday, February 8, 2013
The Pressure in the Post
Tonight I feel pressured to write because I have been wanting to post for a while now. But now I feel uninspired to write something meaningful. Hmm. Well since my last post, my mom went back to the hospital and it was an extremely scary situation. But God is good and she is now in a rehab facility to build her strength back up. I am happy about this and praying it will keep her out of the hospital until she has to go back for her next surgery. A few things I learned from all of this 1: I am more surrounded by friends, prayers, and support than I ever could have imagined 2: my mom is a walking proof of God and his miracles 3: prayer works. During one of the rough spots, my moms blood pressure dropped to around 55/30. Our bible study was meeting and I had already been texting with one of the ladies so I texted her and told her what was going on. Unbeknownst to me, they stopped and prayed for my mom right then and her specific need. Within 2 minutes I would say her blood pressure came back up. Prayers answered almost immediately. Now I know this is not the norm but God is Good and provided his healing right then.
Also, my sister and her family are back in the states for their yearly visit home. I miss all of them more than words can say. I cant wait to spend some time with them not in a hospital setting. I want to know all about my niece and nephew and what their likes and interests are now. Things change so quickly with kiddos and I just want to know it all!!
I also have to tell you all that during this last 8-9 weeks that my mom has been sick or in the hospital, my husband has been my rock. He made it so I didnt have to worry about things at home. He was just there for me in ways I dont even think he knows. I am so very blessed to have such a wonderful and loving husband. I dont know what I would do without him and I dont want to know. I dont think I can say thank you enough to him.
So many people have helped us out so much during this time. I bought a stack of thank you notes to start writing. No one wants to go through these things but so much has come out of it. This has been a very rough few months. I hope and pray now we can start healing and moving forward (and get things back to normal ish). Eventually you get out of the fire so now I am looking for roses. =) Well roses and snow. I want one really good snow so my daughter can go play in it! No ice though. I'm not picky (or random) at all.
But seriously, we have been blessed throughout this time. Now I pray as we go forward and get things back on track that we can be a blessing to others.
Whitney
Also, my sister and her family are back in the states for their yearly visit home. I miss all of them more than words can say. I cant wait to spend some time with them not in a hospital setting. I want to know all about my niece and nephew and what their likes and interests are now. Things change so quickly with kiddos and I just want to know it all!!
I also have to tell you all that during this last 8-9 weeks that my mom has been sick or in the hospital, my husband has been my rock. He made it so I didnt have to worry about things at home. He was just there for me in ways I dont even think he knows. I am so very blessed to have such a wonderful and loving husband. I dont know what I would do without him and I dont want to know. I dont think I can say thank you enough to him.
So many people have helped us out so much during this time. I bought a stack of thank you notes to start writing. No one wants to go through these things but so much has come out of it. This has been a very rough few months. I hope and pray now we can start healing and moving forward (and get things back to normal ish). Eventually you get out of the fire so now I am looking for roses. =) Well roses and snow. I want one really good snow so my daughter can go play in it! No ice though. I'm not picky (or random) at all.
But seriously, we have been blessed throughout this time. Now I pray as we go forward and get things back on track that we can be a blessing to others.
Whitney
Friday, January 25, 2013
The Wisdom in the Age
Well a lot has happened since my last post. My mom got out of the hospital, she went back in, and she got out again. She is still struggling and she desperately needs all the prayers she can get. But today is not about that or her struggles. Today is my birthday. It has been a mostly fantastic day. I was with my family and that is what matters most to me. The funny thing about this is that I have had a complex about my age since I turned 25. 9 years later....I think I am over it. My sister told me once that the thirties have been the best ages for her. She really discovered herself in her thirties (I may be misstating) and how comfortable she is in herself. I was really in awe of her for that.
My thirties started when I was pregnant with my daughter, and have just gotten better since then. I think it is awesome that my grandmother was thirty years old when she had my mom, my mom was thirty when she had me, I was thirty when I had my daughter. Just something that happened but pretty special to me. In my thirties I have become a mother, had a battle with weight that I struggle with my whole life...and won for about 2 years now, came to the strongest relationship I could have never imagined with Christ my Savior, started and complete a few bible studies, continued to help people, learned a delicate balance of my life (yes it gets off balance a lot but it is a start), started to truly become comfortable in my own skin, lost the harsh alligator skin that I had for too many years, shed a lot of my sarcastic nature, take life a little less seriously, did things I NEVER thought I would do, become a version of myself that is more of who I am than I ever knew existed, become comfortable with my self, had hard conversations with people that really needed to happen, forgiven myself for many things and asked forgiveness for many things, learned the true meaning of marriage and love, moved away from the past and looked to the future, dealt with some of my own issues that I didnt really want to face. Now while that may be the longest run on sentence ever, it is just a little of how I feel. Those things never seemed attainable to me. True happiness in God, a marriage of love and trust and gratitude that is my fairy tale come true. My amazing husband knows that even when I dont say the right thing, he knows whats in my heart. I mean I am seriously bad about opening presents and saying something ridiculous. He (now) laughs and hugs me and knows what I was really trying to say. I am so very blessed beyond measure. God has been so very good to us. My sweet hubby said "I hope you like what I got you." It wasnt about the gifts to me, it was that he was there. We went to breakfast as a family. We ran errands as a family. We opened presents as a family. We had lunch as a family. You get the idea. We were all together. We went to see my parents. I took time to sit and talk/yell at my mom. Not really yell, just hopefully inspire and light that fire that she needs right now, I did get a wee fired up and got louder. But hey who is shocked by that...
My point is this, at age 19 I had a lot of knowledge and wisdom that people that age never fathomed, but I still had a lot of growing up to do. I did. There are still more things to learn, do, live, get over etc. But I have come so far. That brings such a smile to my face. Its my birthday. I used to run and slink away from it. Now I think I will relish it. I saw something somewhere (very specific I know) that said You should not be upset about getting older. Not everyone gets that privilege. That may not be the exact words but you get the idea. It gave me a lot of perspective. I may not be the coolest or hippest person out there. But I am me. And that is good enough. Praise God for that! Thank you to my family and friends who have been with me through this journey. You are all truly Godsends! You are good enough too, in case some one hasnt told you lately.
Whitney
My thirties started when I was pregnant with my daughter, and have just gotten better since then. I think it is awesome that my grandmother was thirty years old when she had my mom, my mom was thirty when she had me, I was thirty when I had my daughter. Just something that happened but pretty special to me. In my thirties I have become a mother, had a battle with weight that I struggle with my whole life...and won for about 2 years now, came to the strongest relationship I could have never imagined with Christ my Savior, started and complete a few bible studies, continued to help people, learned a delicate balance of my life (yes it gets off balance a lot but it is a start), started to truly become comfortable in my own skin, lost the harsh alligator skin that I had for too many years, shed a lot of my sarcastic nature, take life a little less seriously, did things I NEVER thought I would do, become a version of myself that is more of who I am than I ever knew existed, become comfortable with my self, had hard conversations with people that really needed to happen, forgiven myself for many things and asked forgiveness for many things, learned the true meaning of marriage and love, moved away from the past and looked to the future, dealt with some of my own issues that I didnt really want to face. Now while that may be the longest run on sentence ever, it is just a little of how I feel. Those things never seemed attainable to me. True happiness in God, a marriage of love and trust and gratitude that is my fairy tale come true. My amazing husband knows that even when I dont say the right thing, he knows whats in my heart. I mean I am seriously bad about opening presents and saying something ridiculous. He (now) laughs and hugs me and knows what I was really trying to say. I am so very blessed beyond measure. God has been so very good to us. My sweet hubby said "I hope you like what I got you." It wasnt about the gifts to me, it was that he was there. We went to breakfast as a family. We ran errands as a family. We opened presents as a family. We had lunch as a family. You get the idea. We were all together. We went to see my parents. I took time to sit and talk/yell at my mom. Not really yell, just hopefully inspire and light that fire that she needs right now, I did get a wee fired up and got louder. But hey who is shocked by that...
My point is this, at age 19 I had a lot of knowledge and wisdom that people that age never fathomed, but I still had a lot of growing up to do. I did. There are still more things to learn, do, live, get over etc. But I have come so far. That brings such a smile to my face. Its my birthday. I used to run and slink away from it. Now I think I will relish it. I saw something somewhere (very specific I know) that said You should not be upset about getting older. Not everyone gets that privilege. That may not be the exact words but you get the idea. It gave me a lot of perspective. I may not be the coolest or hippest person out there. But I am me. And that is good enough. Praise God for that! Thank you to my family and friends who have been with me through this journey. You are all truly Godsends! You are good enough too, in case some one hasnt told you lately.
Whitney
Monday, January 14, 2013
The Glory in the Disaster
The last 5 weeks and 2 days have had my mom in the hospital. Tomorrow she is supposed to go home. She has (in my opinion) been to hell and back during this time. Chaos, illness, surgery, and more complications and ups and downs than I could have ever imagined have happened during this time. My dad and I have been up just about every day...until we got sick. My dad, my daughter, and I all managed to go down at the same time. My husband is the last man standing. We are all getting better. But today when I got the news that mom gets to come home tomorrow I immediately started praising God. Of course. That is natural. But what I was praising Him for struck me as funny. It reminds me of James 1:2-3 "Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,[a] whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance."
I had been on the phone with my dad and we were having a wonderful conversation about the book of Ecclesiastes. I praised God for how my relationship with my dad has grown during this time. We have banded and bonded together, and it is good for us on many levels. I praised God for the prayer warriors who have been with us and stuck by us since day one. I praised God for the prayer warriors that I didnt know were there. I praised God for the all uplifting and encouraging emails, texts, phone calls, face book messages that all of us have received. I praised God that when all of us were ready to give up, that He was there and He was faithful. I praised God for hearing our cries, and they were there daily in multitudes. I praised God for the people who took over without even asking or being asked to step in and help take care of and be there for my mother when we could not. I praised God for such an amazing surrounding of people that I will never look at the same. I praised God because I am so grateful for everyone during this time that my words dont seem to be enough, and that seems to be okay. I praised God for my sister, I talked/messaged with her more during all of this than I had in the whole 10 months they had been gone. I needed that. I needed her. Still do. I praised God at how amazingly well Haley has handled everything from the hospital, to after the surgery, all of it. I praised God for our faithfulness even when we felt tested. I know many years ago, all of us would have handled this differently. I just simply praised God. I still am. I will continue to.
When I first studied James (with my amazing bible study ladies) I looked at that verse with such trepidation. I now know that I have lived it, and it is hard but it is true. There are a few times we weren't sure that things were going to turn out the way we wanted, to put it politely. But we remained faithful in our prayers and in our God. He is the great physician. We have persevered. We will continue to persevere. There is still an uphill battle with her recovery, but He can do it and so can we. We will be strong and faithful. I never would have imagined this road 5 weeks ago, and I dont want to do it again. But I can find the joy in the pain. I was able to ask for help, and when it was offered, accept help graciously, that is something I am beyond horrible at. I am grateful that so many people around us were here for us. It means the world to all of us. Thank you friends. Thank you family. Thank you God. By no means is it over but I feel like she will be so much happier at home. So I praise God. He is great. Tomorrow our new "trials of many kinds" begin, but with God, we can do this. Be faithful dear friends.
Whitney
I had been on the phone with my dad and we were having a wonderful conversation about the book of Ecclesiastes. I praised God for how my relationship with my dad has grown during this time. We have banded and bonded together, and it is good for us on many levels. I praised God for the prayer warriors who have been with us and stuck by us since day one. I praised God for the prayer warriors that I didnt know were there. I praised God for the all uplifting and encouraging emails, texts, phone calls, face book messages that all of us have received. I praised God that when all of us were ready to give up, that He was there and He was faithful. I praised God for hearing our cries, and they were there daily in multitudes. I praised God for the people who took over without even asking or being asked to step in and help take care of and be there for my mother when we could not. I praised God for such an amazing surrounding of people that I will never look at the same. I praised God because I am so grateful for everyone during this time that my words dont seem to be enough, and that seems to be okay. I praised God for my sister, I talked/messaged with her more during all of this than I had in the whole 10 months they had been gone. I needed that. I needed her. Still do. I praised God at how amazingly well Haley has handled everything from the hospital, to after the surgery, all of it. I praised God for our faithfulness even when we felt tested. I know many years ago, all of us would have handled this differently. I just simply praised God. I still am. I will continue to.
When I first studied James (with my amazing bible study ladies) I looked at that verse with such trepidation. I now know that I have lived it, and it is hard but it is true. There are a few times we weren't sure that things were going to turn out the way we wanted, to put it politely. But we remained faithful in our prayers and in our God. He is the great physician. We have persevered. We will continue to persevere. There is still an uphill battle with her recovery, but He can do it and so can we. We will be strong and faithful. I never would have imagined this road 5 weeks ago, and I dont want to do it again. But I can find the joy in the pain. I was able to ask for help, and when it was offered, accept help graciously, that is something I am beyond horrible at. I am grateful that so many people around us were here for us. It means the world to all of us. Thank you friends. Thank you family. Thank you God. By no means is it over but I feel like she will be so much happier at home. So I praise God. He is great. Tomorrow our new "trials of many kinds" begin, but with God, we can do this. Be faithful dear friends.
Whitney
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
The Crazy in the Chaos
So in this past month, my world has really been turned upside down. With my mom being so sick, basically we have been to the hospital, to home, to the hospital, to the grocery store, to the hospital, to home. Christmas came and went and my mom is still in the hospital. New Years' same thing. Since school stopped, my poor child has basically had mommy, daddy when he is home from work, and back and forth from the hospital. She is going crazy. I am going crazy. My house is a never ending mess it feels like. I feel so spread thin that I don't even know what to do with myself. And worse is that when I sit still I feel guilty because I know my poor dad is going even more crazy than I am. I want/need to take care of my family and my responsibilities, but I want to be at the hospital for my mom, try and help my dad when he will let me, keep everyone updated on my moms condition, and in the midst of this my incredible husband studied basically nonstop since Christmas for his hardest certification yet. Dear Lord, I am tired. I need just a few minutes of peace and quiet, and also a clean house would be nice. I will even clean my house if I could have someone entertain or be entertained by my child for a few hours. God is so good. He has been our rock through this whole ordeal. My faith has been tested and grown during all of this.
It's very easy to fall into the woe is me thought when things are not going as planned, or not going well. My entire family has been lifted up by prayer, faith, friends, love, and God. This season has taught us all something. Definitely to be thankful for our health and the loved ones that surround us. I have been truly amazed and encouraged and lifted up by the outpouring of love and prayers that are coming our way. It is such a Godly awesomeness. So why do I feel so beat down, well a month of this will take its toll on anyone. I am not trying to complain or whine. Really I think I would just feel better if I had a clean house. I do so much better when my house is clean. Next week, my little one is back in school so that will make me feel better when at least she is getting to interact with other kiddos again. Luckily for her, she got some pretty awesome and entertaining things for Christmas. I know life will not just go back to normal for us from this point, but it will feel more normal when I get to run to my parents house to visit and help out. Hospitals are just draining I think. Thats what it feel like right now anyway. It will get better. God is good, faithful, never ending, never leaving. I thank all who have thought and prayed for us. We have a long way to go, but we are hopeful in Him.
Whitney
It's very easy to fall into the woe is me thought when things are not going as planned, or not going well. My entire family has been lifted up by prayer, faith, friends, love, and God. This season has taught us all something. Definitely to be thankful for our health and the loved ones that surround us. I have been truly amazed and encouraged and lifted up by the outpouring of love and prayers that are coming our way. It is such a Godly awesomeness. So why do I feel so beat down, well a month of this will take its toll on anyone. I am not trying to complain or whine. Really I think I would just feel better if I had a clean house. I do so much better when my house is clean. Next week, my little one is back in school so that will make me feel better when at least she is getting to interact with other kiddos again. Luckily for her, she got some pretty awesome and entertaining things for Christmas. I know life will not just go back to normal for us from this point, but it will feel more normal when I get to run to my parents house to visit and help out. Hospitals are just draining I think. Thats what it feel like right now anyway. It will get better. God is good, faithful, never ending, never leaving. I thank all who have thought and prayed for us. We have a long way to go, but we are hopeful in Him.
Whitney
Friday, December 28, 2012
The Confidence in the Self
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas surrounded by people you love. My Christmas was good but will be great when my mom gets out of the hospital. It seems like things just keep coming up. But Praise God they are being caught and dealt with before major issues arise. But that is not what this post is about. Its not even my normal post I think. But a friend of mine came to visit my mom in the hospital. This friend is a dear friend of mine and has been for a long time. She has always been a confident woman not afraid to speak her mind. Anyway, she had lost some weight and looked great (as she always has), and said that she had reached her goal weight and was happy. Well, I thought about that. After I had my daughter, I was rather large. I was under the idea that baby weight just came off. Yep...I could not have been more wrong. Anyway, 2 years later, I have lost the baby weight plus some. I reached my original goal weight. I think most girls just have a number in their head of what they would like to see on the scale. Well, I hit that. Keep in mind, I am doing this the old fashioned way...good ole healthy eating and exercise. It is kind of my hubby and I's thing. We have really gotten into fitness and continue to find and do new programs all the time. Right now we are both doing Les Mills Combat which I love for many reasons. Also eating healthy, we dont like to say diet, because typically when you "lose" weight you find it again. We dont want to do that. So we made a lifestyle change and eat healthy. I get so excited when my sweet daughter eats her fruit and veggies before anything else. Anyway, I digress. So I hit my goal weight and said...hmmmm I wonder if I can do an extra 10 pounds. I am about 5 pounds down with 5 left to go. Then I just want to stay fit and healthy.
But during this journey, I realized I had never felt confident in myself. Not that I can think of ever. I have always had extra pounds to lose. Again in the hospital, someone was visiting my mom and was speaking of her specialty red velvet cakes (one of my favorites next to these super yummy cupcakes a precious lady in bible study makes). She said she could bring me one, and I said something to the effect of its not good for my eating habits. She replied with something to the effect of you are not going to lose 22 pounds like so and so did when so and so was in the hospital are you. I replied for the first time in my life that I dont actually have 22 pounds to lose. Yet, I am still not comfortable/confident with how I look. Mainly my belly. I feel like no matter how much I have worked, there is still that little pooch that reminds me of jello. Yes, I should wear my mommy belly proudly, as I carried a wonderful child in there but it still escapes. Yes I like myself, there are things about my self I would change (the jello pooch is obvious) but for the most part I like who I am and what I look like, but I have never exuded that confidence my friend had. I may look confident to others as they pass by, but sometimes I feel thats just real world training. You can't look weak or insecure. I want that confidence in myself. I know it is and I am a work in progress. I am already liking the results I am seeing 2 weeks into my combat journey, but I wonder how many people feel like I do? I will never be the size 0 or 2. I am not structurally built that way. But I should be proud of my journey and who I am and who cares what I look like. God loves me and so does my husband. I dont know. Maybe I am just weird. There are just days when I need to take my mind off all that is going on right now. I guess this was the winner today. For those of you who read this I encourage you to hug and kiss your loved ones. Treasure them for they are treasures. Also, remember that no matter what God loves you. No matter what is going on in your life, He is there and always will be. Turn your eyes to the Lord.
But during this journey, I realized I had never felt confident in myself. Not that I can think of ever. I have always had extra pounds to lose. Again in the hospital, someone was visiting my mom and was speaking of her specialty red velvet cakes (one of my favorites next to these super yummy cupcakes a precious lady in bible study makes). She said she could bring me one, and I said something to the effect of its not good for my eating habits. She replied with something to the effect of you are not going to lose 22 pounds like so and so did when so and so was in the hospital are you. I replied for the first time in my life that I dont actually have 22 pounds to lose. Yet, I am still not comfortable/confident with how I look. Mainly my belly. I feel like no matter how much I have worked, there is still that little pooch that reminds me of jello. Yes, I should wear my mommy belly proudly, as I carried a wonderful child in there but it still escapes. Yes I like myself, there are things about my self I would change (the jello pooch is obvious) but for the most part I like who I am and what I look like, but I have never exuded that confidence my friend had. I may look confident to others as they pass by, but sometimes I feel thats just real world training. You can't look weak or insecure. I want that confidence in myself. I know it is and I am a work in progress. I am already liking the results I am seeing 2 weeks into my combat journey, but I wonder how many people feel like I do? I will never be the size 0 or 2. I am not structurally built that way. But I should be proud of my journey and who I am and who cares what I look like. God loves me and so does my husband. I dont know. Maybe I am just weird. There are just days when I need to take my mind off all that is going on right now. I guess this was the winner today. For those of you who read this I encourage you to hug and kiss your loved ones. Treasure them for they are treasures. Also, remember that no matter what God loves you. No matter what is going on in your life, He is there and always will be. Turn your eyes to the Lord.
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