Busy Day

My day started off very busy and is just now letting up. After getting my children off to school and my morning prayer and devotional time, I went to the church to set up the maze for this Friday Night's Hallejuah Night. We spent from about 10:00 to 1:00 on the maze, broke for lunch and came back and finished it. I left the church at 3:40 to get back home as the bus was dropping the children off. Then had to get homework and prepare for a Girl Scout Lesson for tonight while also preparing supper for my three children with my Hubby out of town....WHEW, I am really tired. I should sleep good tonight.

The rest of my week will be very full preparing for the Hallejuah Night and several other things going on for the week at school.

In the midst of my busy life, I reflect on Psalm 81:13-16
God had provided his covenant that He would restore His people if they would listen to Him. God remains faithful in our relationship with Him and is patiently waiting for our responses so He can pour out His blessings.

I believe God will restore us to Him if we take time to spend with Him and wait for Him in every aspect of our lives.

I am so proud.....

of my children. We had parent/teacher conferences last week and I am amazed at how great my children are doing in school. Emilea has totally made a 360 degree turn around and is reading and on level where she should be at this point and Josh is doing great in all his classes. I am teaching Valerie the fundamentals and she is becoming her own liitle person with all the emotions and opinions of an adult.
I am greatful that God has really blessed me with wonderful children. If you have children and have not taken the time today, just stop and thank God for being blessed enough to be a part of their lives and them yours.

Kids say the cutest things....

Emilea (7 years old) got up this morning and decided it was a little too chilly out to wear the shorts she had layed out for school today. She then comes to me and says "Mom, do you know where those blonde pants are?" I say "Blonde pants? I'm not sure which pants you are talking about." She then begins to describe them "You know those pants like we had to wear last year." Me, still clueless, "What do they look like or what color are they?" She says, "You know, they are called something. Uh, Uh, Uni pants." She was wanting her kahi pants and she couldn't remember that they were also called uniform pants. Oh, the joys of motherhood. You not only have to be a mother, chef, maid, chaufer, referee, tutor, nurse and coach. Now we add interperter to the list. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Harrisville Day is....

officially over. I enjoyed spending time with friends and seeing people I had not seen in a long time but I didn't make much money (me showing a sad face here). I guess premade scrapbooking is not a good market or either no one likes me. Either way, I am glad to have it behind me and I promise I won't miss much sleep over it. It was a very long, hot day and I am so very tired.

Maybe now I can devote more time to my 2 1/2 year old who, in the process of me making up all those albums, has reverted back to having WAY TOO MANY "accidents". I am prayful that she is only doing it for some "Mommy attention" and there is nothing seriously wrong with her kidney. However, if it continues, I will be having her checked since the kidney condition her brother had (resulting in the removal of his right kidney at age 6) runs higher in little girls than boys and is possibly herititary (sp?).

I am off to prepare for my Children's Church lesson for in the morning and then to bed for some much needed rest.

Getting ready for.....

Harrisville Day. I am currently trying to put together a few scrapbooks for Harrisville Day which will be held Saturday, September 27, 2008. I am very excited but juggling two booths will be a challenge. I have one booth set up with promotional items for the Harrisville Public Library on one side and my Girl Scout Troop on the other. Then there is a portion of another booth for scrapbooking. These will be premade pages and a few premade albums. I am very thankful that there will be several other people helping with the selling booth so that will make things go alot smoother.
I hope to see you all there!! Come enjoy all the vendors and good food and there will even be a fireworks show that evening.

I believe...

I believe we have two kinds of people in our lives:

1. The kind that encourage us and help us in our walk with God.
2. The kind that hinder our walk with God. (We should help these to grow spiritually or separate ourselves from them).

It is our choice which ones we keep as a part of our lives. And in doing so, we can either help or hinder our spiritual walk.

Just something to think about.

Keep The Fork!

My husband and I spent time with friends on Saturday night at Olive Garden for a surprise birthday party for a friend and at the end of the meal, several friends said "Keep your fork" (because our friend's wife had made him a birthday cake and we had not eaten it yet). Hearing them say that reminded me of an email someone sent me a while back and I wanted to post it here.

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. 'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly. 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.' The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked. I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor. The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork the best is yet to come.' The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and saw the fork in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share ...being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

So, with that being said (or typed), keep the fork, the best is yet to come.