I know it has been a while since I was a good little blogger. Been a little busy. Wanna know what I've been doin???? WORKING!!!! Yep, you heard right, I gots me a JOB!! PRAISE JESUS, HALLELUAH, RAISE THE ROOF!!! I had asked Lisa to send out the prayer chain over this job a couple of weeks ago. I mean I had most of Sand Mtn. praying for me. Believe me, I could feel it too. There's nothing like the sweet peace of feeling people praying for you. So now, I request prayer yet again. This is a Hospice/Home Health position. I just pray that the Lord give me the strength to do His work with these people. I know with all of my heart that He has called me to do this job because I would never have chosen it on my own. I need His love to show in me in every aspect of the work I will be doing. I consider myself blessed beyond words to have this opportunity.
Thanks to all of you for your prayers, I love you all so much (if I never told ya)
Now...onto what I missed. On Saturday we had what I refer to as "Boy-Fest 2009". That is to say that the boy who already had a lil party at school, had to have a party here as well. So, we typed up invites to go skating and have a spend the night. Well, they had basketball games on Saturday so I was thinking "whew, I'm off the hook" (what a mom, huh) Oh but no, they lost the second game so over they all came, ALL 5 of them. Don't misunderstand me, I love them all...individually. lol . Jason got the great honor of taking them to McDonald's & skating. They got home around 10:30 begging to frost the cake and ofcourse, eat it too. Can I say no...NO! As they were eating, they were laughing about the girls that tried to "hit on them" at the rink. They each had a fake identity. And to hear them tell it, none of them were younger than 13. Jason said they were doing real good at keeping up with their little game until they had a race arranged by AGE. So when they started standing up for the 10 & 11 year old group...BUSTED!!! Finally around 11:30 I got them all laid down in my living room. It was so funny. One of these 11 year old boys is already 6 feet tall. (picture it) He was laying next to a boy who is 4 feet tall and weighs maybe 75 lbs. HA! Around 4:30 in the morning I wake up to one boy walkin around the living room on his knees (i thought he was sleep walkin, but he said no) As I was getting him back on the blanket, I hear this heavy breathing, look down, and what is right up against my rear-end but the head of a boy!! I made him get back on the floor and laid full out on the couch. An hour later...he was nose to nose with me wide-eyed. If I was one to startle easy I believe he mighta got a smackin. The next mornin, as we were getting ready for church, I asked them about all of that...nobody remembered anything. Go figure. Thank goodness birthdays come but once a year!!!
Hope it won't be so long next time..this is fun for me! (told ya I'm a dork).. til later Missi
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The boy's birthday
Today the "bird" turned 11. He hates me calling him that by the way. And I'm not afraid to say that it hurts. He refers to today as "presidential day".
I reckon the poor boy thought I was gonna forget to do a party at school for him so he called me this morning. When I answered , I heard this quiet and pitiful voice say "Momma, can you bwing some cupcakes or something to school for snack since it's my burfday?" (he has a speech issue, which I think is adorable)
I had planned on bringing the usual but wanted it to be a surprise for once. Forget that!! At any rate, he got his cupcakes.
I am SUPERMOM after all. hahaha
Now, if I can just figure out a way to keep both of my babies from getting older, I will have conquered the world.
Til next time, love and blessings.....Missi
I reckon the poor boy thought I was gonna forget to do a party at school for him so he called me this morning. When I answered , I heard this quiet and pitiful voice say "Momma, can you bwing some cupcakes or something to school for snack since it's my burfday?" (he has a speech issue, which I think is adorable)
I had planned on bringing the usual but wanted it to be a surprise for once. Forget that!! At any rate, he got his cupcakes.
I am SUPERMOM after all. hahaha
Now, if I can just figure out a way to keep both of my babies from getting older, I will have conquered the world.
Til next time, love and blessings.....Missi
Monday, January 19, 2009
In my hands, I hold the UNIVERSE!!!
Well, today part of the drama team came over and we painted "the universe". Not to give away the drama, but the solar system is part of it. I had 7 teenagers and 1 tween in my house. Let me just say it was sooo much fun!! And sometimes almost a little.... not so nice. To get the picture, name the planets in your head. Ok now imagine that one (you know which one I mean) being used in every context possible. Being the "cool" grown up I am, I had to laugh. Plus, it was funny...for a while.
Even though we got a little nutty and acted silly, these kids never forgot why they were here. I just love them so much and am blessed to be a part of their lives. They totally rock!! Can't wait to see the finished drama.
Should find out about that job tomorrow. Oh please, please, please!!!
Til next time, love and blessings...Missi
Even though we got a little nutty and acted silly, these kids never forgot why they were here. I just love them so much and am blessed to be a part of their lives. They totally rock!! Can't wait to see the finished drama.
Should find out about that job tomorrow. Oh please, please, please!!!
Til next time, love and blessings...Missi
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I reckon I'll just tell on myself..
First of all, let me tell you just how excited I am to be doing these blogs. Even if nobody in the world ever reads them, I feel like I am actually doing something with my "spare time".
On that note... a couple of my friends had found said blog and either commented or read it. So I thought why not tell a few more friends. One friend in particular is a blogging goddess. She is a real pro at this stuff while I am not even a novice. At any rate when I tell her about my new wonderful blog she then asks, what the address so I can read it? That's when it happened...(dum du dum dum). I DID NOT KNOW!!! Ok I know what you're thinking, the same question she asked, then how do you get to it to blog. Well the answer is I guess dumb luck. I responded to her by saying "So & so found it." thinking she would be able to find it like them. Nope..she proceeded to make me find the address, trying with all of her will to explain where I could find said address and not to laugh in my face! I finally found it. Guess where it was....right where it belongs, at the top of the screen. Go figure. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone how extremely Dumb I had been. To which she sweetly responded,"You're not dumb, just special." Reckon she means short-bus special? Oh well, it is always good to laugh at yourself and to know you are apecial enough to someone else that they don't mind laughin at ya either.
Gotta get ready for church, just wanted to tell on myself so she wouldn't burst on the pew. hahaha. Missi
On that note... a couple of my friends had found said blog and either commented or read it. So I thought why not tell a few more friends. One friend in particular is a blogging goddess. She is a real pro at this stuff while I am not even a novice. At any rate when I tell her about my new wonderful blog she then asks, what the address so I can read it? That's when it happened...(dum du dum dum). I DID NOT KNOW!!! Ok I know what you're thinking, the same question she asked, then how do you get to it to blog. Well the answer is I guess dumb luck. I responded to her by saying "So & so found it." thinking she would be able to find it like them. Nope..she proceeded to make me find the address, trying with all of her will to explain where I could find said address and not to laugh in my face! I finally found it. Guess where it was....right where it belongs, at the top of the screen. Go figure. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone how extremely Dumb I had been. To which she sweetly responded,"You're not dumb, just special." Reckon she means short-bus special? Oh well, it is always good to laugh at yourself and to know you are apecial enough to someone else that they don't mind laughin at ya either.
Gotta get ready for church, just wanted to tell on myself so she wouldn't burst on the pew. hahaha. Missi
Saturday, January 17, 2009
An extra blessing...
You know you've been a mom for a little bit when...1)Your youngest child comes to you and says "Momma, I threw up in the sink." and the first thing you think is "Man, I just cleaned that bathroom." 2)You consider Hotpockets to be supper. While they wash it down with Mtn. Dew. 3)Just to get them out of the house and on the bus in the morning, you offer them a mint if they say the didn't brush their teeth. 4)Your most popular response to them is "in a minute". And of course there is the ever famous "You better be bleeding or close to death if I have to come in there!"
I know all of those sound awful, but for those of you who have been a Mother for at least 5 years, let's face it, the new has worn off and they are just not for fun and play pretties anymore. Even if your kids are good, and mine really are, there comes a time when you can't help but cringe when you hear the dreaded word...,"Momma". Sometimes there's even that glance toward your husband (who you know knows you're looking at him). Maybe you lock eyes and he says ever so lovingly..."What did he say?" It is at that moment you realize, he's playin dumb simply because it might hurt him to get out of the recliner. So, you put down your book or laptop or whatever and go see what the child needs. You go in a huff cuz you didn't want to get up either. You may sling open the door and begin with "What is it you need sooo bad that you can't bring yourself to me?" Yap, yap, yell, wave arms, look crazy, etc... Then he looks up at you with YOUR eyes and a love for you that no one will ever have on earth and says, "Can you tuck me in like a baby burrito and say my prayers with me, you do it better." Ok, can I just say WOW, my heart melted and broke at the same time.? I mean, WOW! Even though I had gone in there like he had asked me to re-carpet the house , he STILL wanted me to be there. What a love. What an amazing love our children have for us. Not only did I tuck him in like a baby burrito(inside story) and hugged him so tight I thought he would indeed throw up, but when I listened to "Now I lay me.." I cried silently and prayed to MY Father, thanking him for this boy and his need for his momma to tuck him in. After all..I do it better.
Until next time..God Bless you & yours. And mommas, tuck them in as many times as you can, you never know when you'll get an extra blessing.,
I know all of those sound awful, but for those of you who have been a Mother for at least 5 years, let's face it, the new has worn off and they are just not for fun and play pretties anymore. Even if your kids are good, and mine really are, there comes a time when you can't help but cringe when you hear the dreaded word...,"Momma". Sometimes there's even that glance toward your husband (who you know knows you're looking at him). Maybe you lock eyes and he says ever so lovingly..."What did he say?" It is at that moment you realize, he's playin dumb simply because it might hurt him to get out of the recliner. So, you put down your book or laptop or whatever and go see what the child needs. You go in a huff cuz you didn't want to get up either. You may sling open the door and begin with "What is it you need sooo bad that you can't bring yourself to me?" Yap, yap, yell, wave arms, look crazy, etc... Then he looks up at you with YOUR eyes and a love for you that no one will ever have on earth and says, "Can you tuck me in like a baby burrito and say my prayers with me, you do it better." Ok, can I just say WOW, my heart melted and broke at the same time.? I mean, WOW! Even though I had gone in there like he had asked me to re-carpet the house , he STILL wanted me to be there. What a love. What an amazing love our children have for us. Not only did I tuck him in like a baby burrito(inside story) and hugged him so tight I thought he would indeed throw up, but when I listened to "Now I lay me.." I cried silently and prayed to MY Father, thanking him for this boy and his need for his momma to tuck him in. After all..I do it better.
Until next time..God Bless you & yours. And mommas, tuck them in as many times as you can, you never know when you'll get an extra blessing.,
Friday, January 16, 2009
Caution...this is a looong story, but good.
Didya ever wanna just reach thru the phone and........gggrrrrr
I am more than ashamed of myself (as is the rest of my family) (and probably my neighbors if you get down right honest). I threw one of the biggest fits I have thrown in quite sometime. I mean to tell you I was HOT, mad as a wet hen, fit to be tied and all those other phrases that go along with actin a fool. And guess what it was over....give up? The stupid CELL-PHONE bill. I think you may understand better if you knew the heart ache we have suffered since November and the out-right lies we have been told. At any rate, the bill we got was somewhere in the neighborhood of $700.00!! Yes, that's American dollars. Now, we don't owe that much of course. I mean, I ain't got no friends in Budhapest for pete's sake. It was a mix up. But these "mix-ups" are happening EVERY MONTH!!!!! Between Jason & myself, we have talked to 8 people in the last 3 months. Can someone stop the insanity please??? I said all that to say this. The supervisor hung up on me! That's right girls, hung up on me. And you know what I was thinkin' right? "Hang up on me, oh noooo she didn't, she don't know who she's dealin with, I"ll....." and that's when it hit me, wonder what I said to her to make her have a snoot full and hang up on yours truly? Could it have been my bubbly personality? Maybe it was the way my voice just got a little louder with each sentence? Oh, I know, it had to be the way I just lit into her and reemed her out like she was the one who personally figured my bill, put it in the mail, and laughed all the way back to her desk? Yep, I bet that was it. I find it very amusing how we (by we I mean Christians) can sometimes go all kinda crazy on people in the comfort of our homes on the phone, and think we will not be noticed. And you know most of us don't fail to mention to the "victim" the fact that we are a Christian. I reckon sometimes I think God can't see through my roof. Laughin yet? (maybe it's just me) The second worst part of the whole cell phone fiasco is that Jason & I had our own yelling match. Poor guy, evrytime I have to talk on the phone with anyone for longer than 15 minutes, I turn into "Missi-she-devil" and shoot invisible lasers out of my eyes, snap my fingers at him like he's a poodle and find myself saying "sshh" a lot. I despise the phone. That's why God invented texting...hahah
Kaitlyn and I cleaned an office building today. We worked so hard. My housse is still dirty, but hey, nobody's paying me to clean it. hahaha
She did such a good job. I think she's getting to dread going anywhere alone with me cuz that's the time I use to "talk". I think she's just about over it. Yet, somehow I never tire of the subject of teen sex and how you should never never never never consider it. Did I make my point? No, really, I use scripture and try to make sure she has her own opinion.(mine)
I have to say that I am so very blessed. My family is awesome.
It didn't always used to be that way. I was raised in Soddy-Daisy, Tn. WOO HOO. Between my mom, granny, and aunts, I had plenty of love. The one thing I didn't have was Christ or church. My aunt Kathy was a believer. She was a member of the Church of Christ. I remember she would take me with my little cousin April and it would scare the mess out of me! When I got older, my mom and step dad bought a house and I had wonderful Christian neighbors who took me to vbs everytime momma would let me go. I will never forget that sweet, big ole preacher calling all of us who "didn't want to go to hell and burn in a lake of fire" to GET to that altar right that minute and say this prayer that would set us free. So I mad a Bee-line to the front of that Baptist church and knelt, all the while, looking around to see how many of my friends were there and looking with one eye open while we ALL repeated after him. When it was over, I would guess there were probably 40 or more kids down at that altar who believed they were saved. Now, I'm not tryin to say that some of them weren't. I just know I wasn't. I went on to live my life, eventually moved to live with my dad and step mom and finsh high school at Ider. Those two years were the roughest of my life. I don't mean rough because of school or my parents, I mean rough because I lived like HELL. The day I met my "best friend" at band camp, I brought a 24oz. cup of vodka and orange juice. You get what I mean by rough yet? We bacame fast friends, my dinking buddy and me, along with several others just like us. I spent the next 2 years for the most part in a drunken stupor. The worst part of all of that is I was the designated drunk driver. Hey, I was the best drunk driver I knew! I drove all my friends around, ALL THE TIME. Somehow I graduated high school and was given a choice by my parents: go to college or go to work. Work? Ha. So I decided to try college. Guess what..? I blew that too. Even though I was pretty smart, I was too dumb to show up for class. I was too busy partying and chasing afer the guy who is now my husband. (go figure) Oh but it gets better, we did something real smart. We decided to move in together. Cuz you know you have to see if you can live with somebody before you marry them, right? NOT!! All was well in our rat-infested, nearly condemned love shack and I mean shack. So we decided to get married. With NO money saved, no vehicle, no home, pretty much nothing but dreams and the love in our hearts. AAWWW. Barf. My parents begged us to go on a cruise to get married and take the money we would have spent and gotten as presents and use it for a house but nooo, I had to have that wedding. It was pretty and all but looking back now I know it wasn't sanctified because we weren't saved. I'm getting to a point I promise. (Aren't you enjoying the story though) We did in fact find a house. A real....fixer-upper for lack of a better term. Let's put it this way, when we bought it, there was a family of raccoons living in it and a couple of carcases in the living room. Thanks to our families, we were able to fix it up enough to live in it. In the process, I found out I was pregnant. The response I got from my step mom was "oh no". I, however, couldn't have been happier. (dumb,dumb,dumb) At the time we were staying in a pop-up camper on the property. We had lights but no water or phone or heat. We used a 5 gallon bucket for a lavatory (that's bathroom for us rednecks)and cooked on a coleman stove. Never happier though..really. Well, we had our daughter and tried to live a "good life" according to OUR standards. I quit my partying ways but my husband wasn't ready to turn lose just yet. About 2 years later we were expecting again. What do you know, I got the same response? This time we had a son. Man did I love that boy. Don't get me wrong, my daughter was perfect in every way and the love for her was unmatched. But for those mom's who have a son..you understand what I mean. He was polar opposite of his sissy. Attached to my hip.
A couple years into our "blissful" existance, I took the kids and left Jason. I just got our stuff together and went back to Soddy. It wasn't like it was spur of the moment but it sure shocked Jason. We stayed gone for about a year. The house was sold, everything he (we) had worked so hard for...gone just like that. I don't think I even gave it a second thought. I would bring Jason his kids on his weekends and he looked so awful at first but I didn't care, hey now, this was my time to catch up on what I had missed. I needed to party. After all, I was young, cute, and single (in my book). So party I did. A whole lot. So much so that I "celebrated" a few holes in my stomch. That's a story for another time. Excited?? I did things I would never tell anyone. God only knows. When I had moved my innocent, sweet babies 4 times, I finally decided it was enough. I came home with them. Only this time home was a little trailer that was a lot of years old with only 2 bedrooms. But we made it work. My marriage really wanted to be good. (does that make sense?) Jason didn't want to give up drinking and I chose not to honor my vows. We lived like that for awhile. Never in front of the kids, you know that makes it ok. As long as the kids don't SEE.
Well, my kids had some neighbors that invited them to vbs one week and they went and had the best time. The paastor's wife even came on Sunday's and Wednesday's and picked them up. Of course we were invited but you know you can't go to church til you get yourself all "straightened" up. That's what I believed. And, besides, I had said that whole prayer when I was little remeber? I was saved, I didn't need them folks making me all uncomfortable and having to get up, put on a dress, who needs that hassle? What happened next I never would have expected in a zillion years. I was at my sink washing dishes, Katie's at school, Jay's napping, and out of nowhere I started to tremble. And when I say tremble, I mean inside and out, it was unlike anything I've felt before or since. I dropped the glass I was washing and felt the urge, no the NEED to go to the foot of my bed and get on my knees. So I did. I don't remember a lot after that, just uncontrollable wailing & sobs and saying over and over "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" there was much much more. I know this because when I was finally able to look up and I got to my feet, Katie was coming in the house. Almost an hour and 1/2 had passed. That, my friends, was the day that the Holy Spirit reigned down on me and called me to His service to be SAVED, a child of the King, redeemed of everything I had done in my past. I don't mind telling you that it frightened me a little bit and it did Katie too. She thought I was hurt cuz I was cryin so hard. That afternoon, I called the lady across the road to find out what time church started the next morning and I was faithful to that little church for almost 2 years. I took the kids any time the doors were opened. I carried them to any revival I knew of. I took part in any service I could. Not bragging on me, but just to explain the zeal the Holy Spirit had instilled in me. It was a good time.,except we were missing Jason. His excuse was more ligit than mine though. See..he was raised in church so he already knew all that "God stuff". We begged and begged. I always told him about the sermons and Sunday school lessons and he listened so intently. Heck, he even hid his beer can when the preacher would come visit. After a while, he made sure he was gone on days he knew they were coming. When the kids and I moved our membership to another church, we were growing even more spiritually,except Jason.
On March 30,2003 I let the kids go to church with a friend while I slept (by then I was workin nights). After church,Kaitlyn and Jay came in like usual but this time Miss Trina followed. Katie sat on the couch while I was half in a daze and proceeded to tell me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her sweet face that she was SAVED. My initial reaction was "I missed it". I thought in my head of course. Outwardly I grabbed her sweet little self and squeezed and cried and probably almost burst her eardrum. See, I knew what she was feeling, so that made me so happy for her. Then my next thought was about Jason. And no sooner could I finish my thought & she asked me, "Can Daddy come to my baptism?" My heart was so heavy. I knew how deeply he loved that little girl, but I also knew how he felt about church. I felt like God had been dealing with him for a while now so of course I had it all played out in my mind, he would go see her be baptized and BAM..he'd be saved!! How bout that for MY will be done?
Later that evening, after he had successfully avoided visitation, he came home. Katie wasted no time. She jumped on his lap and told him all about being saved. She told him how it was even before the preacher preached, they were just singing and she said she started crying and felt like she needed to pray so she asked Trina to go with her. Even now I cry when I picture that innocent little freckled face with tears streaming down it asking a grown up to go with her to do what must have been the scariest feeling in her little life. (she was only 9) . After she finished telling him and inviting him, he looked at me kinda wanting me to doubt that her experience was genuine. Wasn't gonna happen. So, he was left with no choice. After all, he rarely said no to the girl.
One week later, I was up at 5 am ready to get breakfast made, clothes ready and out the door with time to spare, not to mention I couldn't sleep. We got ready and got there. I couldn't tell you what any of us were wearing or if we even matched, but we made it. Keep in mind that these people have been hearing about and praying for Jason for about a year.(some even longer). So, in keeping with your average baptist manner, they all had to hug his neck and shake his hand. There were a few people to be baptized that day so to "kick things off" the pastor had the congregation gather around the whole sanctuary, hold hands and sing that song that says "Brethren pray and Holy manna will be showered all around" Can't think of the name. (i told u i'm a dork).
We had our hands joined and raised, then most of us went to the altar. (it was a very spiritual day)
I was praying and praying that the Lord be so real to us that day and bless the baptism and thanking Him for Kaitlyn's salvation, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Ok, ladies, you know when you are deep in prayer you HEAR the Lord right, well I thought I felt Him tappin on my shoulder, ok? I didn't even raise my head, then I heard a woman's voice (whew) say the sweetest words I've ever heard. "You can get up, darlin, your prayers have been answered." (i'm boo-hooing now as i remember this) I looked up and to my left was the most precious thing I've ever seen. My husband wasn't on his knees, honey, he was on his FACE sobbing with his whole body surrendering to the Christ. Woo! I couldn't even pray with him. I just sat there on my knees with my hands lifted crying over and over to God "Thank You" When I did look again, our baby girl was there petting his back and wiping his tears. That moment was so unexplainable. My family was completed on that day.
Did I mention that while we were singing, Jason was sitting alone on the pew? One of our friends ,when telling the story, mentions that fact. He puts it better than I can. He said Jason could not have been in a better place. We made that circle around him.
When he was able, he did say a few words. I don't remember much cuz well you know, the emotions. I do know, as shy as he always had been, he stood in front of over 120 people including his momma and told us how he loved the Lord. He thanked everyone for the prayers. I don't remember much else.
I do know that I got a new husband that day. And I do know that the devil was on his job a whole whole lot after that. And he still is everyday. But satan can't stand to lose and I'm happy to say he lost a whole family. Hate that dude...NOT. I am proud to say that Jason has tried his best to walk in the faith and lead his family the same way. He is a good man ,a good husband ,and a good father, but most of all, he is a good SON (of Christ).
I sure didn't mean to write this long and I don't know if anyone will want to take the time to read it but I just felt like it needed to be told.
Next time if there is one,..maybe I will tell you how blessed he is to have me.hahaha Or the story of how we met and he fell so in love with me...can you blame him hahahah..
Until next time......Love in Him, Missi
I am more than ashamed of myself (as is the rest of my family) (and probably my neighbors if you get down right honest). I threw one of the biggest fits I have thrown in quite sometime. I mean to tell you I was HOT, mad as a wet hen, fit to be tied and all those other phrases that go along with actin a fool. And guess what it was over....give up? The stupid CELL-PHONE bill. I think you may understand better if you knew the heart ache we have suffered since November and the out-right lies we have been told. At any rate, the bill we got was somewhere in the neighborhood of $700.00!! Yes, that's American dollars. Now, we don't owe that much of course. I mean, I ain't got no friends in Budhapest for pete's sake. It was a mix up. But these "mix-ups" are happening EVERY MONTH!!!!! Between Jason & myself, we have talked to 8 people in the last 3 months. Can someone stop the insanity please??? I said all that to say this. The supervisor hung up on me! That's right girls, hung up on me. And you know what I was thinkin' right? "Hang up on me, oh noooo she didn't, she don't know who she's dealin with, I"ll....." and that's when it hit me, wonder what I said to her to make her have a snoot full and hang up on yours truly? Could it have been my bubbly personality? Maybe it was the way my voice just got a little louder with each sentence? Oh, I know, it had to be the way I just lit into her and reemed her out like she was the one who personally figured my bill, put it in the mail, and laughed all the way back to her desk? Yep, I bet that was it. I find it very amusing how we (by we I mean Christians) can sometimes go all kinda crazy on people in the comfort of our homes on the phone, and think we will not be noticed. And you know most of us don't fail to mention to the "victim" the fact that we are a Christian. I reckon sometimes I think God can't see through my roof. Laughin yet? (maybe it's just me) The second worst part of the whole cell phone fiasco is that Jason & I had our own yelling match. Poor guy, evrytime I have to talk on the phone with anyone for longer than 15 minutes, I turn into "Missi-she-devil" and shoot invisible lasers out of my eyes, snap my fingers at him like he's a poodle and find myself saying "sshh" a lot. I despise the phone. That's why God invented texting...hahah
Kaitlyn and I cleaned an office building today. We worked so hard. My housse is still dirty, but hey, nobody's paying me to clean it. hahaha
She did such a good job. I think she's getting to dread going anywhere alone with me cuz that's the time I use to "talk". I think she's just about over it. Yet, somehow I never tire of the subject of teen sex and how you should never never never never consider it. Did I make my point? No, really, I use scripture and try to make sure she has her own opinion.(mine)
I have to say that I am so very blessed. My family is awesome.
It didn't always used to be that way. I was raised in Soddy-Daisy, Tn. WOO HOO. Between my mom, granny, and aunts, I had plenty of love. The one thing I didn't have was Christ or church. My aunt Kathy was a believer. She was a member of the Church of Christ. I remember she would take me with my little cousin April and it would scare the mess out of me! When I got older, my mom and step dad bought a house and I had wonderful Christian neighbors who took me to vbs everytime momma would let me go. I will never forget that sweet, big ole preacher calling all of us who "didn't want to go to hell and burn in a lake of fire" to GET to that altar right that minute and say this prayer that would set us free. So I mad a Bee-line to the front of that Baptist church and knelt, all the while, looking around to see how many of my friends were there and looking with one eye open while we ALL repeated after him. When it was over, I would guess there were probably 40 or more kids down at that altar who believed they were saved. Now, I'm not tryin to say that some of them weren't. I just know I wasn't. I went on to live my life, eventually moved to live with my dad and step mom and finsh high school at Ider. Those two years were the roughest of my life. I don't mean rough because of school or my parents, I mean rough because I lived like HELL. The day I met my "best friend" at band camp, I brought a 24oz. cup of vodka and orange juice. You get what I mean by rough yet? We bacame fast friends, my dinking buddy and me, along with several others just like us. I spent the next 2 years for the most part in a drunken stupor. The worst part of all of that is I was the designated drunk driver. Hey, I was the best drunk driver I knew! I drove all my friends around, ALL THE TIME. Somehow I graduated high school and was given a choice by my parents: go to college or go to work. Work? Ha. So I decided to try college. Guess what..? I blew that too. Even though I was pretty smart, I was too dumb to show up for class. I was too busy partying and chasing afer the guy who is now my husband. (go figure) Oh but it gets better, we did something real smart. We decided to move in together. Cuz you know you have to see if you can live with somebody before you marry them, right? NOT!! All was well in our rat-infested, nearly condemned love shack and I mean shack. So we decided to get married. With NO money saved, no vehicle, no home, pretty much nothing but dreams and the love in our hearts. AAWWW. Barf. My parents begged us to go on a cruise to get married and take the money we would have spent and gotten as presents and use it for a house but nooo, I had to have that wedding. It was pretty and all but looking back now I know it wasn't sanctified because we weren't saved. I'm getting to a point I promise. (Aren't you enjoying the story though) We did in fact find a house. A real....fixer-upper for lack of a better term. Let's put it this way, when we bought it, there was a family of raccoons living in it and a couple of carcases in the living room. Thanks to our families, we were able to fix it up enough to live in it. In the process, I found out I was pregnant. The response I got from my step mom was "oh no". I, however, couldn't have been happier. (dumb,dumb,dumb) At the time we were staying in a pop-up camper on the property. We had lights but no water or phone or heat. We used a 5 gallon bucket for a lavatory (that's bathroom for us rednecks)and cooked on a coleman stove. Never happier though..really. Well, we had our daughter and tried to live a "good life" according to OUR standards. I quit my partying ways but my husband wasn't ready to turn lose just yet. About 2 years later we were expecting again. What do you know, I got the same response? This time we had a son. Man did I love that boy. Don't get me wrong, my daughter was perfect in every way and the love for her was unmatched. But for those mom's who have a son..you understand what I mean. He was polar opposite of his sissy. Attached to my hip.
A couple years into our "blissful" existance, I took the kids and left Jason. I just got our stuff together and went back to Soddy. It wasn't like it was spur of the moment but it sure shocked Jason. We stayed gone for about a year. The house was sold, everything he (we) had worked so hard for...gone just like that. I don't think I even gave it a second thought. I would bring Jason his kids on his weekends and he looked so awful at first but I didn't care, hey now, this was my time to catch up on what I had missed. I needed to party. After all, I was young, cute, and single (in my book). So party I did. A whole lot. So much so that I "celebrated" a few holes in my stomch. That's a story for another time. Excited?? I did things I would never tell anyone. God only knows. When I had moved my innocent, sweet babies 4 times, I finally decided it was enough. I came home with them. Only this time home was a little trailer that was a lot of years old with only 2 bedrooms. But we made it work. My marriage really wanted to be good. (does that make sense?) Jason didn't want to give up drinking and I chose not to honor my vows. We lived like that for awhile. Never in front of the kids, you know that makes it ok. As long as the kids don't SEE.
Well, my kids had some neighbors that invited them to vbs one week and they went and had the best time. The paastor's wife even came on Sunday's and Wednesday's and picked them up. Of course we were invited but you know you can't go to church til you get yourself all "straightened" up. That's what I believed. And, besides, I had said that whole prayer when I was little remeber? I was saved, I didn't need them folks making me all uncomfortable and having to get up, put on a dress, who needs that hassle? What happened next I never would have expected in a zillion years. I was at my sink washing dishes, Katie's at school, Jay's napping, and out of nowhere I started to tremble. And when I say tremble, I mean inside and out, it was unlike anything I've felt before or since. I dropped the glass I was washing and felt the urge, no the NEED to go to the foot of my bed and get on my knees. So I did. I don't remember a lot after that, just uncontrollable wailing & sobs and saying over and over "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" there was much much more. I know this because when I was finally able to look up and I got to my feet, Katie was coming in the house. Almost an hour and 1/2 had passed. That, my friends, was the day that the Holy Spirit reigned down on me and called me to His service to be SAVED, a child of the King, redeemed of everything I had done in my past. I don't mind telling you that it frightened me a little bit and it did Katie too. She thought I was hurt cuz I was cryin so hard. That afternoon, I called the lady across the road to find out what time church started the next morning and I was faithful to that little church for almost 2 years. I took the kids any time the doors were opened. I carried them to any revival I knew of. I took part in any service I could. Not bragging on me, but just to explain the zeal the Holy Spirit had instilled in me. It was a good time.,except we were missing Jason. His excuse was more ligit than mine though. See..he was raised in church so he already knew all that "God stuff". We begged and begged. I always told him about the sermons and Sunday school lessons and he listened so intently. Heck, he even hid his beer can when the preacher would come visit. After a while, he made sure he was gone on days he knew they were coming. When the kids and I moved our membership to another church, we were growing even more spiritually,except Jason.
On March 30,2003 I let the kids go to church with a friend while I slept (by then I was workin nights). After church,Kaitlyn and Jay came in like usual but this time Miss Trina followed. Katie sat on the couch while I was half in a daze and proceeded to tell me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her sweet face that she was SAVED. My initial reaction was "I missed it". I thought in my head of course. Outwardly I grabbed her sweet little self and squeezed and cried and probably almost burst her eardrum. See, I knew what she was feeling, so that made me so happy for her. Then my next thought was about Jason. And no sooner could I finish my thought & she asked me, "Can Daddy come to my baptism?" My heart was so heavy. I knew how deeply he loved that little girl, but I also knew how he felt about church. I felt like God had been dealing with him for a while now so of course I had it all played out in my mind, he would go see her be baptized and BAM..he'd be saved!! How bout that for MY will be done?
Later that evening, after he had successfully avoided visitation, he came home. Katie wasted no time. She jumped on his lap and told him all about being saved. She told him how it was even before the preacher preached, they were just singing and she said she started crying and felt like she needed to pray so she asked Trina to go with her. Even now I cry when I picture that innocent little freckled face with tears streaming down it asking a grown up to go with her to do what must have been the scariest feeling in her little life. (she was only 9) . After she finished telling him and inviting him, he looked at me kinda wanting me to doubt that her experience was genuine. Wasn't gonna happen. So, he was left with no choice. After all, he rarely said no to the girl.
One week later, I was up at 5 am ready to get breakfast made, clothes ready and out the door with time to spare, not to mention I couldn't sleep. We got ready and got there. I couldn't tell you what any of us were wearing or if we even matched, but we made it. Keep in mind that these people have been hearing about and praying for Jason for about a year.(some even longer). So, in keeping with your average baptist manner, they all had to hug his neck and shake his hand. There were a few people to be baptized that day so to "kick things off" the pastor had the congregation gather around the whole sanctuary, hold hands and sing that song that says "Brethren pray and Holy manna will be showered all around" Can't think of the name. (i told u i'm a dork).
We had our hands joined and raised, then most of us went to the altar. (it was a very spiritual day)
I was praying and praying that the Lord be so real to us that day and bless the baptism and thanking Him for Kaitlyn's salvation, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Ok, ladies, you know when you are deep in prayer you HEAR the Lord right, well I thought I felt Him tappin on my shoulder, ok? I didn't even raise my head, then I heard a woman's voice (whew) say the sweetest words I've ever heard. "You can get up, darlin, your prayers have been answered." (i'm boo-hooing now as i remember this) I looked up and to my left was the most precious thing I've ever seen. My husband wasn't on his knees, honey, he was on his FACE sobbing with his whole body surrendering to the Christ. Woo! I couldn't even pray with him. I just sat there on my knees with my hands lifted crying over and over to God "Thank You" When I did look again, our baby girl was there petting his back and wiping his tears. That moment was so unexplainable. My family was completed on that day.
Did I mention that while we were singing, Jason was sitting alone on the pew? One of our friends ,when telling the story, mentions that fact. He puts it better than I can. He said Jason could not have been in a better place. We made that circle around him.
When he was able, he did say a few words. I don't remember much cuz well you know, the emotions. I do know, as shy as he always had been, he stood in front of over 120 people including his momma and told us how he loved the Lord. He thanked everyone for the prayers. I don't remember much else.
I do know that I got a new husband that day. And I do know that the devil was on his job a whole whole lot after that. And he still is everyday. But satan can't stand to lose and I'm happy to say he lost a whole family. Hate that dude...NOT. I am proud to say that Jason has tried his best to walk in the faith and lead his family the same way. He is a good man ,a good husband ,and a good father, but most of all, he is a good SON (of Christ).
I sure didn't mean to write this long and I don't know if anyone will want to take the time to read it but I just felt like it needed to be told.
Next time if there is one,..maybe I will tell you how blessed he is to have me.hahaha Or the story of how we met and he fell so in love with me...can you blame him hahahah..
Until next time......Love in Him, Missi
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Not so patiently waitng...
January 15th, 2009
I told ya I would have a hard time wth being faithful to this blog every day. I wanted to write something yesterday but had a little bit of a belly issue (i won't go into detail &I'm sure you will thank me).
I am sooooo nervous waiting to hear about a job that I interviewed for on Monday. It is so perfect and I so need it. We so need it. I want nothing more than to take some stress off of Jason and this job would be just the ticket. I have been running around here snappin people's heads off and behaving like a crazed woman from a psycho movie!! I praise God for a family who understands that sometimes momma gets a tad bit nutso.
I had to miss drama practice last night and church. I feel better today, well except for the big nerve ball in the pit of my stomach and the lump in my throat, sweaty palms, nervous tick....etc. Other than that, I feel like a million "ducks" (that is what we like to call in the Spurgin house a "katieism).
Anyway, I guess we are caught up. I am now going to try to do some house work while I pick up the phone every 5 minutes to make sure it is still working.
I'd say wish me luck but I don't believe in luck...pray. Mostly pray that I quit telling God what to do!!! I need to remember He knows what His will is and he don't need no Sand Mtn. chic telling Him "oh please let your will be to for me to get this job"......can I get a DUH-HUH?
Until next time....your sister in Christ (and sometimes crazy) hahaha....Missi
I told ya I would have a hard time wth being faithful to this blog every day. I wanted to write something yesterday but had a little bit of a belly issue (i won't go into detail &I'm sure you will thank me).
I am sooooo nervous waiting to hear about a job that I interviewed for on Monday. It is so perfect and I so need it. We so need it. I want nothing more than to take some stress off of Jason and this job would be just the ticket. I have been running around here snappin people's heads off and behaving like a crazed woman from a psycho movie!! I praise God for a family who understands that sometimes momma gets a tad bit nutso.
I had to miss drama practice last night and church. I feel better today, well except for the big nerve ball in the pit of my stomach and the lump in my throat, sweaty palms, nervous tick....etc. Other than that, I feel like a million "ducks" (that is what we like to call in the Spurgin house a "katieism).
Anyway, I guess we are caught up. I am now going to try to do some house work while I pick up the phone every 5 minutes to make sure it is still working.
I'd say wish me luck but I don't believe in luck...pray. Mostly pray that I quit telling God what to do!!! I need to remember He knows what His will is and he don't need no Sand Mtn. chic telling Him "oh please let your will be to for me to get this job"......can I get a DUH-HUH?
Until next time....your sister in Christ (and sometimes crazy) hahaha....Missi
Monday, January 12, 2009
WOW! I have a blog!! (what a dork)
January 12, 2009
Woo Hoo!! I am officially a blogger! I have wanted to do this forever, but have not made the time. There is of course no guarantee that I will be faithful in this daily, but I'm sure gonna give it the ole college try. My pastor's wife has mentioned the youth trip that our church went on in her blog but I feel so compelled to mention it again. I personally have never been a part of anything so powerful. The holy spirit moved amongst 6000 people in what was the most awe insipiring thing I have ever witnessed. Just the hush among all of those people was enough to make every hair on my body stand at attention. Oh, did I mention that the majority of these 6000 were TEENAGERS?! For those of you who have never had the privelage to parent a teen or spend any time whatsoever with a teen, I'd like to offer mine, no really, you remember being a teenager...the last place most of us would have been at age 14,15,16, is a Christian conference. Even if there was really, really, loud music! Looking out amidst those kids and seeing them lift there hands in praise and sing along with Third Day just totally blew my mind. God is good. 6 of our kids accepted Christ as their personal Savior on that trip, one more when we got back, and one asked to be baptized. So how's that for the work of the Holy Spirit? Can I get an Amen??
Our youth is also taking part in a drama team. Two wonderful ladies at church have started this drama team and let me tell you WOO..it is so cool. When I first saw their black light performance to Casting Crowns' "Who am I?" I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. I did it the 2nd and 3rd time too. I'm a little sappy. I'm proud to say that I get to be a part of the next one they are doing. And not just playing with the baby either. (inside story) If anyone reading this is not familiar with the drama team..go to iderbaptist.com and check it out. You will not be disappointed.
I read my pastor's wife's blog tonight and saw her mention of our service on Sunday. Man was that something else? I just have to give a big shout out to our pastor for obeying the Lord. (even if our toes got stepped on) My husband always says if your feelings get hurt by the message, you needed it. I believe it, too. I know our church has been praying and praying for revival. I truly believe that revival has to start in the congregation. When we are "prayed up" and receptive to what the Holy Spirit has to say then and only then can revival begin in our church in our families and in our community. No, I am not a preacher..hahaha. I just love the Lord and love my pastor and his zeal for the Lord. His love for his family,church and the TRUTH!!!
Good grief, I have just rambled on and on. I hope not to do this each time, again, no promises...
Until next time.... Missi
Woo Hoo!! I am officially a blogger! I have wanted to do this forever, but have not made the time. There is of course no guarantee that I will be faithful in this daily, but I'm sure gonna give it the ole college try. My pastor's wife has mentioned the youth trip that our church went on in her blog but I feel so compelled to mention it again. I personally have never been a part of anything so powerful. The holy spirit moved amongst 6000 people in what was the most awe insipiring thing I have ever witnessed. Just the hush among all of those people was enough to make every hair on my body stand at attention. Oh, did I mention that the majority of these 6000 were TEENAGERS?! For those of you who have never had the privelage to parent a teen or spend any time whatsoever with a teen, I'd like to offer mine, no really, you remember being a teenager...the last place most of us would have been at age 14,15,16, is a Christian conference. Even if there was really, really, loud music! Looking out amidst those kids and seeing them lift there hands in praise and sing along with Third Day just totally blew my mind. God is good. 6 of our kids accepted Christ as their personal Savior on that trip, one more when we got back, and one asked to be baptized. So how's that for the work of the Holy Spirit? Can I get an Amen??
Our youth is also taking part in a drama team. Two wonderful ladies at church have started this drama team and let me tell you WOO..it is so cool. When I first saw their black light performance to Casting Crowns' "Who am I?" I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. I did it the 2nd and 3rd time too. I'm a little sappy. I'm proud to say that I get to be a part of the next one they are doing. And not just playing with the baby either. (inside story) If anyone reading this is not familiar with the drama team..go to iderbaptist.com and check it out. You will not be disappointed.
I read my pastor's wife's blog tonight and saw her mention of our service on Sunday. Man was that something else? I just have to give a big shout out to our pastor for obeying the Lord. (even if our toes got stepped on) My husband always says if your feelings get hurt by the message, you needed it. I believe it, too. I know our church has been praying and praying for revival. I truly believe that revival has to start in the congregation. When we are "prayed up" and receptive to what the Holy Spirit has to say then and only then can revival begin in our church in our families and in our community. No, I am not a preacher..hahaha. I just love the Lord and love my pastor and his zeal for the Lord. His love for his family,church and the TRUTH!!!
Good grief, I have just rambled on and on. I hope not to do this each time, again, no promises...
Until next time.... Missi
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