We are frantically pulling together early action college applications. Like most experiences this year, it's a mixed bag of emotions. My babe is growing up. I think he's feeling my growing pains as much as I his. Each of us working toward independence in such opposing ways: I letting go from protecting, he letting go from being protected.
The visual for this one is the bungee jumper - first the free fall (yes! I've let go!) then boing, jerked back to holding on for dear life (God, protect my baby), followed by another free fall.
No wonder my neck hurts!
Yeeeehaaaa! S has been diligently working on the new look for the bag blog. I was one picky customer and he patiently waded through a miriad of style changes before I finally settled on this one. In the process, he also taught me enough html to tweak it myself in the future.
THANK YOU S!!!!!!! Ya made your mama one happy gal!
You may express your oooo's and ahhhhh's to him here.
Before the whirl of weekend activities, J and I went out for lunch today . We were rescued from our things-to-discuss list by an elderly couple from our new church. They were headed into the same restaurant and we joined together for mutual heartburn. We learned they have been married for 59 years, grew up together from nursery age in the same church in Fresno, married the same age as J and I, and have been members of this church for 26 years.
I've talked often with my sister and sisters-in-the-Lord of wanting to maintain a vibrant walk with Jesus to our last breath. My new grandma friend does just that. During our mealtime conversation, her soft aged face (which was "easy to look at") became serious and she pointedly asked if I was attending the Beth Moore Bible Study at church. Thankfully, I was able to say yes 'cause I sensed there might have been a lecture if I said no. In reflecting on our remaining discussion though, that was the only thing she asked if I was involved in. Her concern was over my spiritual growth not my spiritual busyness. Because of her age, I'll have to do some serious mining of nuggets from her years of following Jesus, but I am thankful for this grace who will, by example, teach me how to breathe Him to my last breath.
Our old church has assimilated with another local congregation (including our Pastor who will serve as interim). The details were worked out over the past 7-8 weeks but last week we learned God has been preparing Pastor's heart for the last 6 months. Yesterday, we arrived with open arms and hearts for the official first service as one body and were greeted with the same. Collectively, we share a feeling of being plunked in the center of God's work and an eagerness to join together to be used for His glory.
I am in awe at the desires of my heart that are being answered through this assimilation. For example, I have been praying for a big black (not used disrespectfully) woman to pass through my life who loves Jesus with all that's in her, sings a wicked gospel song and prays like there will be no tomorrow . Welllllll, this week, the women's ministry is having a half-day prayer seminar . I debated on going but when I heard who the guest speaker was, I knew it was a date with destiny. Yep, it's her! God's grace rains down once again as He fills the desires of my heart!
