Since my hours at work have been lowered, I have had so much free time. I am absolutely loving it and I'm finally starting to feel like my time at work and my time for other things I enjoy are at a good balance. I'm nervous about my job ending, but I know that God always provides exactly what we need. I feel like I'm getting to a healthier place and God is opening up doors for me to be a stay at home mom and wife like I have always dreamed of. I have my photography I can still do, I'm blessed to have a business I can work from anywhere and educate people about health and nutrition. I couldn't imagine not having Juice Plus in my life. I love the people I get to work with and everything they're about.
Changes are scary and hard sometimes, but God is with me every step of the way and there is a total peace about the timing of everything. I can't wait to see what He has planned.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
.Friends. I love this story.
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him..
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled....
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his
throat, and began...
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends....
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him..
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled....
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his
throat, and began...
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends....
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Grace
This was written by a lady I know named Sandi Patty
It was an interesting day. I hadn't felt "on my game" if you know what I mean; I felt clumsy and out of sorts.
I left home in Oklahoma City to travel to Women of Faith. It seems like wherever I am traveling I have to go through Atlanta. Bill Gaither used to tell this joke: "When you die and go to heaven, you'll have to go through Atlanta first."
I arrived at the Atlanta airport and searched the screens for my next flight's gate. Realizing I had a bit of extra time, I decided to stop and get some coffee at Seattle's Best. Perhaps this would wake me up and help me feel a little less "off."
I placed my order and as I waited, I reached for a coffee cup sleeve only to knock all 100+ of them onto the airport floor. I bent over to begin to gather them up. The nice lady handed me my coffee―at which time I dropped it and it exploded all over the same floor. I felt horrible and began to get napkins to sop up the mess. One of the workers came out with a mop and bucket and began to clean up BOTH my messes.
I quietly slithered away and began to head to my gate thinking to myself, "Just get to the gate and sit down. Just don't touch anything else".
As I was trying to sneak away, I heard a voice behind me saying, "Ma'am? Ma'am?" I didn't want to think he was talking to me because honestly, I thought if he was talking to me he would probably scold me for being so careless. Finally I couldn't ignore him any longer since he was right behind me.
He was out of breath from running and said to me, "Ma'am? Why don't you come on back . . . come back and have one on us." I almost cried right there in Atlanta airport. I followed him back and they fixed me another mocha "on them" and he quietly said to me, "Ma'am, believe me, this happens all the time. It's no problem. Just enjoy your drink and have a nice day."
I've been thinking all day about that phrase "Come on back and have one on us." That's really how grace should feel. When we mess up and make mistakes, when we are having an off day, God isn't standing by ready to shake his finger at us in rebuke. He chases after us and probably says, "Believe me; I see this all the time. Come on back and have one on me."
I love that about our God.
Come to me, all who are weary (and having a bad day) and rest..on me! -Matthew 11:28
It was an interesting day. I hadn't felt "on my game" if you know what I mean; I felt clumsy and out of sorts.
I left home in Oklahoma City to travel to Women of Faith. It seems like wherever I am traveling I have to go through Atlanta. Bill Gaither used to tell this joke: "When you die and go to heaven, you'll have to go through Atlanta first."
I arrived at the Atlanta airport and searched the screens for my next flight's gate. Realizing I had a bit of extra time, I decided to stop and get some coffee at Seattle's Best. Perhaps this would wake me up and help me feel a little less "off."
I placed my order and as I waited, I reached for a coffee cup sleeve only to knock all 100+ of them onto the airport floor. I bent over to begin to gather them up. The nice lady handed me my coffee―at which time I dropped it and it exploded all over the same floor. I felt horrible and began to get napkins to sop up the mess. One of the workers came out with a mop and bucket and began to clean up BOTH my messes.
I quietly slithered away and began to head to my gate thinking to myself, "Just get to the gate and sit down. Just don't touch anything else".
As I was trying to sneak away, I heard a voice behind me saying, "Ma'am? Ma'am?" I didn't want to think he was talking to me because honestly, I thought if he was talking to me he would probably scold me for being so careless. Finally I couldn't ignore him any longer since he was right behind me.
He was out of breath from running and said to me, "Ma'am? Why don't you come on back . . . come back and have one on us." I almost cried right there in Atlanta airport. I followed him back and they fixed me another mocha "on them" and he quietly said to me, "Ma'am, believe me, this happens all the time. It's no problem. Just enjoy your drink and have a nice day."
I've been thinking all day about that phrase "Come on back and have one on us." That's really how grace should feel. When we mess up and make mistakes, when we are having an off day, God isn't standing by ready to shake his finger at us in rebuke. He chases after us and probably says, "Believe me; I see this all the time. Come on back and have one on me."
I love that about our God.
Come to me, all who are weary (and having a bad day) and rest..on me! -Matthew 11:28
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
oops
I guess I kind of forgot that I had started a blog. I feel like this is such a great way to tell life stories and share things going that are going on and things that you do. I really enjoy reading other peoples' blogs so I guess I'll try my hand at it for a little while. Life is going to get interesting in the next few months so I'm sure I'll have some awesome things to write about and share.
Life is amazing right now and I feel like God has blessed me so much.
Life is amazing right now and I feel like God has blessed me so much.
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