Random thoughts on a rainy Thursday . . .
My phone is sitting here, waiting for an important call from my folks . . . and I am patiently waiting for it to ring. Ok, so maybe not so patiently.
So instead, I will randomly give you thoughts as they come off my brain.
Come on, phone. Ring.
Speaking of cell phones . . . I accidentally added someone to a Voxer chat yesterday that wasn’t supposed to be there. All because those smartphone touchscreens are so very “touchy”! I embarrassed myself pretty good. But it also made me sympathize with the general male population and how they claim we women are touchy once a month – and how they accidentally push a button that makes us females look like hormonal freaks.
How did we get from cell phones to pms’ing, you ask? It’s called “spiderwebbing”, my friends.
While we are still on cellphones . . . I must confess I probably take too many pictures with my phone. And now I have discovered how easy it is to take videos. So if you locals ever see Lowell running late to the post office . . . that would be my fault from having got caught up taking videos of a little man on my counter at breakfast – singing “Jesus loves me.”
Someday that video will be a treasure to me. In 20 years, I will probably sit and watch it over and over . . . and weep and weep.
Consider yourself warned, Lowell. 🙂
I got an awesome deal at a thrift store the other week. A small buffet table to hold my coffee pots, cappuccino, and all things good like that. Well, I thought it was awesome until I was loading it in the van and ripped two of the legs off. Seems it is pretty much made of cardboard-like material.
My devious, prideful heart had a conversation like this: “I am not going to ask Lowell to fix it for me. I can do this. I can! Instead, I’ll quietly take it in (notice I did not say ‘sneak’) and ask Terrel to help me fix it. A couple of screws and it should be good. *whimper* Lowell is always fixing my mistakes….surely I can fix this one.”
Yep. That is pretty much the general idea. It worked. Sort of.
Lowell even walked over and said it looked good. I was proud – again. Then he looked closer and said that for it to be sturdy, it would take some redoing.
I refused to whimper. At least I will paint it by myself.
I am supposed to be at the sewing today . . . but a little guy decided to barf this morning. My day had been going well for a solid hour – so at least I got one good hour in. Then Dallas upchucked a whole bunch of liquids as I was making breakfast!
I pretty much yelled and moved swiftly in the opposite direction. I did not run.
This is the best idea I’ve had in a long time. Maybe that is revealing too much of how foggy my brain has been lately. I can’t seem to even find anything to write about . . . which leads me ask myself if having a blog is worth it. Some days I’d much rather get dragged into the big, black hole of Pinterest where all kinds of good food looks at me and awesome flower pot ideas keep leaping off my phone screen.
Speaking of flowers . . . my geraniums, marigolds, and petunias are up! And they have been transferred to the greenhouse. So now we will see what happens. I also caved in to my flower-buying disorder I have . . . and bought four clematis at Costco last week. It made me smile so hugely that I probably looked like a real goon! Who cares. We all have different things that make us happy.
I don’t know how many times God has had to teach me this lesson . . . that while I can pray for someone, I will never be able to carry their burden for them. Sometimes my heart hurts so badly for people and their very difficult circumstances, someone’s hardness of heart, or their choices they are making – and I want to make the choices for that person . . . or carry the burden for those who seem to have such a heavy one . . . or make someone’s heart soft towards my Jesus.
I am learning of the power of fervently praying . . . and leaving those I care about in the hands of a loving God.
Sometimes, it is trusting them to Him that is harder than praying for them.