Dear big huge zit on my chin,
Please kindly go away. You must be mistaken. I am no longer a teenager. I am a 30 year old wife and mother to three...and I am tired of you.
The truth hurts sometimes...but I will not be sad to see you go...hopefully you are planning on leaving soon.
Thank you kindly,
Sarah
Showing posts with label Not fun stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not fun stuff. Show all posts
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I Tried...
I tried. I really did. I tried to come up with something other than tiny-town to blog about...but I just can't. It's weighing so heavily on my heart today...
Ya'll know I love tiny town... I can't explain it, but I do.
After this post, I've been feeling really, really good about what God's gonna do. Even after some set backs, I've still found hope. And then, last night, someone mentioned that maybe FEMA would decide to declare tiny-town, "not a town." And at just the mention of it, my balloon of hope was popped.
And I realized that I was allowing the fear of man to overcome my hope and trust in what God is doing. Note to self: Quit forgetting that FEMA is NOT bigger than my God.
This morning my mom called and shared this article about tiny-town from the newspaper. I read it, and again, that sick feeling overwhelmed me...which brought me to my knees...to the only one who has any control over anything. I want His will. I want to trust Him, even when all the circumstances around me seem to go in another direction. I need His wisdom, comfort, and peace that passes all understanding. I want that unfailing faith, that even when absolutely everything indicates hopelessness, it's the faith that holds steady, unwavering.
I am still believing that He has mighty plans for tiny-town and for our little church...I feel it deep inside my spirit. But doubt so easily wants to creep in...it is a constant battle to replace the doubt with truth.
Today, again, I'm remembering where my help comes from...and praying for the opportunity to share with those in tiny-town who may not have that same hope...I so want them to know that they have a heavenly Father who wants to carry this huge burden for them, that they're not alone...
Ya'll know I love tiny town... I can't explain it, but I do.
After this post, I've been feeling really, really good about what God's gonna do. Even after some set backs, I've still found hope. And then, last night, someone mentioned that maybe FEMA would decide to declare tiny-town, "not a town." And at just the mention of it, my balloon of hope was popped.
And I realized that I was allowing the fear of man to overcome my hope and trust in what God is doing. Note to self: Quit forgetting that FEMA is NOT bigger than my God.
This morning my mom called and shared this article about tiny-town from the newspaper. I read it, and again, that sick feeling overwhelmed me...which brought me to my knees...to the only one who has any control over anything. I want His will. I want to trust Him, even when all the circumstances around me seem to go in another direction. I need His wisdom, comfort, and peace that passes all understanding. I want that unfailing faith, that even when absolutely everything indicates hopelessness, it's the faith that holds steady, unwavering.
I am still believing that He has mighty plans for tiny-town and for our little church...I feel it deep inside my spirit. But doubt so easily wants to creep in...it is a constant battle to replace the doubt with truth.
Today, again, I'm remembering where my help comes from...and praying for the opportunity to share with those in tiny-town who may not have that same hope...I so want them to know that they have a heavenly Father who wants to carry this huge burden for them, that they're not alone...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
More Than You Want To Know...
How nice & sweet & wonderful are my blog friends?!?! Seriously, you all are so KIND!!! I'm sorta thinking I could have gone back to my elementary days of the mullet hair cut, and ya'll woulda told me how fabulous I looked :) Where were you all in Junior High when I was all insecure about EVERYTHING!?!
I have nothing very exciting to share today...except that I survived getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist yesterday. I have mentioned before, that I am extremely not-fond of the dentist. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Dentist and his super nice hygienist are lovely folks...it's them messing around in my mouth that puts them on my "top most terrible things" list...along with nursing homes...but that is another post.
It took (what seemed like) forever to get these teeth cleaned. The super-sweet hygienist gave me the whole routine about the importance of flossing (which I admitted to her I rarely do, because I hate it) and then made me watch a VIDEO on Periodontal (Gum) Disease. Yep. A MOVIE! I think she figured the nice-guy routine was obviously not effective...it was time to scare me into flossing...it did scare me. BUT, (thankfully) I do not have gum disease yet...but according to the video, I am on the slippery slope to eventually having all of my teeth fall out. The miracle cure? Floss. Please Jesus come back soon so I don't have to use floss...because we both know I'm not gonna do it...and my teeth will all fall out. It looks like I do have to go back in 6 weeks for some "deep crevices"...whatever Mr. Dentist guy...but I'll see you in six...at least it will give me something to blog about *wink, wink*
I did leave with a plethora of junk. 1 toothbrush, 1 end-tufted brush, 1 coupon for Crest mouth rinse, 4 packs of floss and 1 booklet on the evils of Periodontal (Gum) Disease. I think the last time I got a "goodie" bag I was...seven?
So..if you're me...what do you do right after you have spent an hour of your life letting a nice lady dig at your gums and scrape, and scrape, and SCRAPE at your teeth? McDonald's....of course. #3 please. I rewarded myself with a quarter-pounder, french fries and a Coke. I know, I know...there's SO many things wrong with that picture... *SMILES*
I have nothing very exciting to share today...except that I survived getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist yesterday. I have mentioned before, that I am extremely not-fond of the dentist. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Dentist and his super nice hygienist are lovely folks...it's them messing around in my mouth that puts them on my "top most terrible things" list...along with nursing homes...but that is another post.
It took (what seemed like) forever to get these teeth cleaned. The super-sweet hygienist gave me the whole routine about the importance of flossing (which I admitted to her I rarely do, because I hate it) and then made me watch a VIDEO on Periodontal (Gum) Disease. Yep. A MOVIE! I think she figured the nice-guy routine was obviously not effective...it was time to scare me into flossing...it did scare me. BUT, (thankfully) I do not have gum disease yet...but according to the video, I am on the slippery slope to eventually having all of my teeth fall out. The miracle cure? Floss. Please Jesus come back soon so I don't have to use floss...because we both know I'm not gonna do it...and my teeth will all fall out. It looks like I do have to go back in 6 weeks for some "deep crevices"...whatever Mr. Dentist guy...but I'll see you in six...at least it will give me something to blog about *wink, wink*
I did leave with a plethora of junk. 1 toothbrush, 1 end-tufted brush, 1 coupon for Crest mouth rinse, 4 packs of floss and 1 booklet on the evils of Periodontal (Gum) Disease. I think the last time I got a "goodie" bag I was...seven?
So..if you're me...what do you do right after you have spent an hour of your life letting a nice lady dig at your gums and scrape, and scrape, and SCRAPE at your teeth? McDonald's....of course. #3 please. I rewarded myself with a quarter-pounder, french fries and a Coke. I know, I know...there's SO many things wrong with that picture... *SMILES*
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