What if I stumble

And what if I fall

What if I lose my step

And I make fools of us all

Will the love continue

When the Walk becomes a crawl

What if I stumble

And what if I fall.

 

I think when DC Talk recorded that song, they probably had in mind the issues of what we are representing as Christians to the world.  But circumstances of late have made that chorus personal for me in the way I relate to other believers.  Particularly my family.  Why is it that I can believe the faith alone thing when it comes to salvation, but I’m so works-oriented when it comes to living life?

 

katybird said we should have fireworks on Easter.  I agree.

My dad always says the biggest difference between what we believe and the other religions out there is this: His bones have never been found.  sshhh…

WAKE UP, PEOPLE!  It’s time to rejoice!  HE’S ALIVE!

 

 

 

If you’ve never listened to the Don Fransico song He’s Alive, try to this weekend.  Or Carmen’s Sunday’s On the Way.

 

Isn’t God amazing?  He’s been working small miracles into my life the past few days.  More details later.

 

It’s official!

 

I am going to England this summer.  I have no choice.  I just bought our tickets.  Woohoo!  I’m actually going!  Hannah’s mom asked me if I was excited when I called there earlier.  She said, “You sound a little bit bummed.”  I told her yes, I’m excited, but it’s kinda strange.  My whole summer is planned…and it’s only March??  But talking to Michelle gets me downright giddy about it.  *smiles*

 

 

 

 

 

 

I gave Gracie a bath tonight.  It’s been a long time since I scrubbed a little head.  She is so funny about the water.  She doesn’t really mind it dripping in her face…she reacts to it, but as along as I laugh and smile she thinks it’s great.  She has a little ring that she sits in so I don’t have to hold her up the whole time, and she doesn’t really mind it, but she likes to hold onto it instead of playing in the water.  When I took her out of it she splashed up a storm.  I also helped her float on her back.  She liked it until she turned her head and got water in her ear…she doesn’t like that.  She also folded herself in half to grab her feet (her typical on-her-back position) and cracked me up.  I hope she’ll learn to swim early on.  I want her to like the water. 

The children kept wanting to come in and watch.  They had to take turns since we were in the hall bath—not a lot of space.  Oh, but she was cute.  And she was so soft and sweet-smelling when I got her out.  Stacy had handed me a little white t-shirt and some little yellow pants to put on her for bed.  Of course the shirt isn’t quite long enough, so her little tummy sticks out.  Modesty, darling!  LOL  What a doll. 

She changes every day.  Mom finally got us registered with that program based in Utah.  They have a chapter in Dallas, and Sonya’s appointment is in the middle of June.  She’ll be a year old by then.  I hope we can do a lot for her. 

 

 

personally, i think if a woman hasn’t met the right man by the

time she’s 24, she may be lucky.

 

deborah kerr

 

 

Hmmm….

 

 

 

Father: Wesley, you stay out of the parlor—your sister is entertaining a caller.

 

Wesley: Is he telling her her eyes are like the blue stars in heaven?

 

F:  Now where did you hear a thing like that?

 

W:  I get around…

 

 

 

Here’s an update for those of you who are not After Lifers. (‘specially for Leelee.)

On the family I’ve been staying with:  their names are Steve and Elizabeth, btw.  Steve got back from Indiana late tonight, so I finally got to come home.  The stress of having mom in the hospital and then dad gone as soon as she came home has taken it’s toll on their children.  And they dealt it out on me.  *smiles*  The hardest thing was trying to babysit with parents still there–I’m not very tolerant of misbehavior, but we figured it out.

Pray that they will have a good week just being a family again.  Pray for baby Jonathan that his body would take care of a pretty serious case of jaundice, and pray that he would start nursing well so that she doesn’t have to put him on a bottle right-off-the-bat.  Pray for Steve’s family as they deal with the tragedy dealt them and some of the spiritual warfare that seems to be surrounding this situation.  Praise that God is already displaying His power and mercy to many of the extended family members.

Also, please pray that I will catch up on my rest, but that I won’t give into the temptation to do nothing for the next two days. *wry grin*  I can’t afford to lay around, but right now that’s all I’m motivated to do.  Maybe a good night’s sleep will help.

Thanks for all your prayers so far…it means the world to me to know ya’ll care so much.

p.s.  pray for the mission team to Russia that left today, and for Jonathan, who leaves Sunday!

 

God is faithful. 

That is one of the most comforting thoughts in the world.  I can believe everything He says, every promise He makes.  Wow.

 

This week has been so emotionally draining that I can hardly think, but since it’s not Abby’s birthday anymore I needed something else up. 

Please pray for some friends of mine who just had a baby and then found out the same day that a sister and brother-and-law were killed in a shooting.

Happy Birthday, Abby-Sunshine!

If you love something, let it go. 

If it never comes back to you, hunt it down and kill it. 

 

My bedroom looks like it hosted a train wreck.