My big secret is not a huge deal–well, to anyone but us. And I would tell all of you in a heartbeat. (and already have told everyone who has messaged/e-mailed asking for details). The only reason I’m not making a public announcement is out of respect for some people who need to be told in person (people who may or may not read my blog from time to time). Gabe will be talking to these people next week, Lord willing.
On another (related) note, it’s hard for me when I have some things I’d love to share–but I’m just not sure who might happen to read this. I know some of you vent about neighbors, mothers-in-law, etc.on your blog, but anyone who has read one of my books or knows I have a website has access to this site. For example, I’ve had some neat sharing-my-faith opportunities in the past few months, but there’s a chance one of these people could be reading this. So, I can’t exactly say, “Got a chance to show some love to Clementine today. Here’s praying she finds Jesus!”
So, I was having a crummy, crampy day yesterday. Felt God nudging me to focus on Him, not me. Didn’t want to, but thought, “actions first, feelings follow, right?”
Then our neighbor Pavel came to our door. Thanked me for something I had given his wife Olga to give to him. I don’t get to talk to Pavel much. Without going into details, it was a God-sign that He was honoring my decision to fix my eyes on Christ.
Then I got the mail. A sheet of address labels from the March of Dimes. No big deal, except that I’m all out of address labels and God hand-delivered some to me. A pad of pumpkin/scarecrow paper too. “A note from…Ms. Marla Taviano.”
And a BOX! Oooh, I do love boxes in the mail. It was packaged in love by jessichick. She and I made a little deal with some books for some beauticontrol. Her note and the things she picked for me made me all warm and tingly. I lifted my hands up to God and praised Him for loving me through friends like her. If she’s not your friend already, you really should look into that.
Speaking of my deal with jessichick, I’ve been thinking lately how cool it would be to start networking with all of you. You know, trading, bartering. Products you sell, crafts you make, services you provide, CAKES. It all fits in somehow to this big ol’ dream I have… Lots of gals, loving God, helping each other…
My mom and dad came to watch Ava play soccer last night, then took us to Dairy Queen. We hadn’t seen them since the beach, so it was fun to catch up. Love you, Momsy and Dadsy!
I already mentioned my brother’s birthday. Happy birthday again, Josh! You know you’re old when you remember visiting your mom in the hospital when she had your baby brother, and he’s turning TWENTY-NINE!
Gabe’s brother, Tug, is here for the day. Gabe took the day off and is helping Tug design a website for his youth group. They’re out to lunch right now. I always know when Tug’s here, because it’s the only time the toilet seat is up when I walk into the bathroom. He’s staying for Livi’s game tonight. (He brought a friend with him, and they have big plans to cheer really loud. Uh oh.)
We are officially halfway through the soccer season. Wow.
I’m excited about Bible study. We watched the first video today (Beth Moore’s Believing God), and it was awesome. Of course it fits my life absolutely perfectly at this very moment. God always does that. I met some neat women in my small group, and I’m excited to see how God works.
The girls have school pictures today. And they gave me a perfect illustration this morning to use in my book. I flipped Livi’s hair under with a curling iron. She started crying because she wanted me to curl it, as in make it really curly. As in, it was almost time for the bus to come and sorry, but I can’t. So, then I catch Ava in the bathroom with a brush, trying to straighten (read: make fuzzy and frizzy!) her hair. Cried when I got it wet and made her keep her curls. Two girls crying because they want each other’s heads. Hmmm…
I’m pumped about diving back into my book manuscript. My mgh project is done, and I have over a month to devote to this book. Would you pray that every word I write is straight from God’s heart? I’m awfully excited about this one…
So, I was almost done running today and decided to turn up my music and lift my hands in worship as I ran. Then I danced to some David Crowder in my front yard. Then I went out back and really danced to Big Enough (Ayiesha) on my back deck. Arms in the air, jumping all around. Life’s too short not to, really.
I think I need a cookie. Love you guys!