and my foot may be broken.....

 Psalm 63

A psalm of David, regarding a time when David was in the wilderness of Judah.

¹ O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.  ( I've been  having a sort of indifferent time in the past two weeks.  Well, I say indifferent and yet,  I say - Blessed...only YOU, God,  can understand that! ) 

My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.  ( I admit Lord, it seemed like there was just a dry spot - like I was waiting and asking for Your words and Your direction but it sort of seemed You were also telling me to just 'get over yourself'  -- or maybe it was 'be still' ....) 

² I have seen you in your sanctuary
    and gazed upon your power and glory. ( Oh my ....have I ever gazed on Your glory?  yes, I have!!    These past two weeks have just been tremendous - some incredible blessings and yet, some incredible lows  and thoughts, and then the incredible realization of how SHORT life is ) 

³ Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
    how I praise you!
⁴ I will praise you as long as I live,
    lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
⁵ You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
    I will praise you with songs of joy.  ( I will praise You for as long as I live.  I have so much to be thankful for and there is such JOY in my heart and head!   

 I heard Bob Coy say this am -- are you doing what you want to do?  Are you sharing Jesus with another?  He was speaking about the martyrs and how they died for Jesus - do I die for Jesus?  I mean when they gave their life up for HIM...they went to heaven ..RIGHT away and we say 'awe' and yet ..we should say 'YES..lucky them! '.  Would I die for Christ?  Do I have what it takes?

I think so, I mean - God I pray that when I am with people the NEED to share Your love does penetrate my being!  )  

⁶ I lie awake thinking of you,
    meditating on you through the night.
⁷ Because you are my helper,
    I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
⁸ I cling to you;
    your strong right hand holds me securely.  ( OH how those words have been music to my breaking heart... comfort to a hurting  head, and joy to my soul...and how they have sustained me in times where I felt I was so alone.   Your right hand DOES hold me!  )  

⁹ But those plotting to destroy me will come to ruin.
    They will go down into the depths of the earth.
¹⁰ They will die by the sword
    and become the food of jackals.  ( In my opinion,  the only one plotting to kill me this past week was the Enemy -- even though I felt I was 'dying' cause my foot was in pain.  Silly me!  )  

¹¹ But the king will rejoice in God.
    All who trust in him will praise him,
    while liars will be silenced.  ( I do trust you Lord,  and the liars will be silenced -- oh do I wait for that day! )  

The past ten days have been indifferent or weird.  I have wanted to blog several times and today -- I came across something that spoke to my head and had me reflecting.  

When I blog, I really want my words  to be of God ...and HIS works, so that  the one  reading will hear my heart and maybe want  to SEEK  what should be beaming out of me-- God.  

When I blog, I want it to be read by many  and I find myself checking back to see how many 'hits' I have.  I can do this with the site I use.   I also am very protective of a few entries -- I don't want them to be misread or commented on  -- I want them to be accepted.   And yet I do.  I want feedback.   And there is was.....  Did you hear that?  

Whoa -- pride.   YEP- Pride.  A form of pride.   I never 'saw' this as pride before, or maybe I did - but I did not let it really sink in.  It did not make sense until today or maybe God just really opened my eyes now to WHAT HE wanted me to learn next. 

God gave me a talent to write.  I was thinking that I was being  humble in writing...making sure I was giving all glory and honor to HIM, but in that humbleness - there was pride.    That is what I gathered out of a blog that was written by a lady on a blog site that Angela Thomas shared.  

I will share it:  

I used to think my self-doubt and insecurity about writing were signs of my profound humility. It felt noble and heroic to be this full of agonizing self-doubt. It felt lowly and meek to be so tortured about whether or not I could write. I could almost hear the soundtrack and the violins. If there’d been open, windswept moors nearby, I’d have been on them.

But that’s the thing about pride. It hides itself.

The more I go on, the more I realize, it’s entirely the other way round. Our self-doubt and insecurity don’t reveal our humility; they mask our pride.

When you’re doubting whether you can do it, whether you’re a good writer, you’re looking to yourself, what you can do, what resources you have. You’re focused entirely inwardly, on yourself.

It’s pride because it means you think it’s all about you.

But if you realize it’s not about you — that whatever you have is a gift from God — if, in other words, you get out of the way — then you can be fearless. There is no vision too great, nothing too outrageous to dream, nothing too impossible to dare.

–Sally Lloyd-Jones

 I think I see and understand what the author meant.    

Maybe I am not explaining that too well -- but, these are God's words to share with anyone who reads it - God is giving me this post - to post, cause I boldly want to declare that God wins and that -- we can overcome anything with HIS help.  

So as I blog and post, I really should not feel the need to check back to see if anyone has read it and then place a value judgement on it...that was pride.  

So with that - I am blogging.  

The past 10 days have been indifferent from my perspective.   

This blog post may be a set of random thoughts but then again - it may be profound - only God knows.  

 Psalm 63 is a great prayer and request to God.  I have made a lot of requests to God in the past 2 weeks.  I have begged and pleaded with him to grant my pal in Watertown a miracle.   ( Trace )  I have prayed for financial burdens.   ( Our own, our kids and our insurance office.) I have prayed that HP would get to be a part of the TRAVEL FAU team ( he did ) and for his studies and for his walk with our Lord,  and I have prayed hives off of my other child - TP as well as other prayers for her.  

I have prayed for a new couple dealing with pain.  I have prayed for many and I continue to hold my family right there - extended and close - the ones' on the fence, the ones' lost, and the ones' that really have NO clue...and those that love HIM with a passion but they are too busy to put HIM first.   I also pray that the seeds I plant take root --   as I am just to sow a seed - HE does the growing.    

I have also come across some old memories  or triggers due to different circumstances and just how the enemy works  that back into our lives -- and I have had to forgive again - a person whom I blamed for hurt. 

  I have asked God to make sure - I give it to HIM.  I don't want ANYTHING to stand in the way of my relationship with HIM.  I can't harbor any unforgiveness or the least bit of envy or maybe feeling of revenge.   I give this person to HIM.   And I know that I have to seek forgiveness from another - I found something I wrote back in May of 2011, and in my very young/Christian head - this was only two years ago - I hurt and offended her and that is NOT what God wanted me to do. 

 I so, see it clearly now -- and now I am ready to say SORRY  and understand that I need to repent of that judgmental and callus attitude when it comes to her feelings --  she is a child of God too! Sometimes the hardest ones to love on -- are our OWN close family members.  

   How God reveals stuff in HIS time.    I found a letter that I will address from another. It spoke volumes to me, as in some of the old memories and circumstances have also  crept into conversations   these past 10 days, I can see how those situations hurt me and so therefore, I can clearly see how my words hurt her- I am reminded that the past is the past and yet, this part of my past and the apology that I must send forth - seemed to be buried in the past- but HE revealed it to me - and reminded me of what to do next.   And, with HIS correction and guidance -- restoration can now take place and I am praying she receives it.   Now - how creative of God to do that.  

HE really is in control. 
So why did I hurt my foot?  The doctor can't find anything wrong.
-Maybe I had to see the doctor again for HIS purpose.... 
-Maybe I had to learn  listen to my body and not wear the high heels that often....
-Maybe I was suppose to be at the  other doctor's office for a higher purpose.... 
-Maybe I  just really hurt it and it was to slow me down a bit ...one can't move fast when they have a limp....
--Maybe  the injury is just an object lesson for me -- to just DRAW closer to HIM.  
Or Maybe it is just a way to remind me -- I am prideful, as wearing the 'orthopedic shoe' is killing my vanity - they don't look CUTE with my outfits!  

 And THEN I have foot pain.   Again.    

Yep, I spent the last few days getting x-rays and then an ultrasound on my leg to find out the reason for some lumps, and some aches and pains.  I believe we are on the right track with the doctor, but I had an epiphany on Saturday as I was feeling VERY sorry for myself.  I really believe that God was just reminding me ..'get over yourself'  or He was saying 'be still!'

  Now God would never say that - 'get over yourself' -- I mean I did not hear a angelic choir but HE speaks to me via people, HIS word, and HE impresses upon me HIS thoughts - I can hear HIM when I am in prayer and conversation  ...but God... - HE is too much of a gentlemen, but HIS correction is felt.

  I know that no matter what the problem is, HE will provide the way to overcome it through HIM.  And besides, I have others around me struggling with WORSE circumstances and yet, they are working through it.  Praise God.  

By the way, I finally sought out prayer and swallowed my pride and asked for prayer to fix my legs -- how is it that I KNOW what I KNOW and yet, within a week's time, I feel like I am back having to relearn a few lessons like I just declared Jesus as my Lord and Savior last week -- when it has been years!  

And my cell group prayed along with some other prayer warriors on Thursday  and today - my foot pain is almost gone - believing it was just a distraction....!!

I have been praying, and planning to walk 60 miles in 2 weeks - in honor of a pal and in support of many dealing and battling with breast cancer - I want to help find a cure.

  My participation is also selfish and yet it also meets a need.  The three days , I walk in that walk, I am told how wonderful and awesome I am by many strangers.  It is three days of being pampered and being fed words of affirmation  as you walk in 100 degree heat with the chance of getting blisters...but, it is also meeting a need.  It gives one such a sense of accomplishment to know that you helped - find a cure.  I am careful to ask God - is this my pride??...or am I doing this for the right reasons? 

I believe I am doing it for the right reasons and because of this walk - you can sort of understand WHY I can't have foot pain - it just does not match up.!! 

In closing -- I had to seek out forgiveness from my hubby, in those moments that the  memories of the past resurfaced, my flesh wanted to make him hurt too and it did a few times.  In my quiet time, I had to confess to God that I may be spending more time ministering to others rather than putting my time with HIM first.  In my faith department, I had to go back to the basics and repeat what I know works -- putting HIM first and reading HIS word.   Prayer.  Prayer and more prayer.  

I guess these  past two weeks were just a good 'funk'.  And with the coming of this weekend - my husband will be helping with a Men's Encounter for another church.  He will hear from God and have a new Encounter with HIM. 

So, why wouldn't the Enemy be attacking us both -- as the Enemy knows he is being defeated with every soul being set free!  

 And THAT could be the reason why I have foot pain - the enemy has sort of tired his best again to get into our lives....little cracks left open, where he can settle in and begin to lie again and if we are NOT careful - our flesh repeats our past and we ..have a weird  or indifferent week.   But guess what HE won.  

Amen.  

Lord, help me always, to remember my OWN sin and therefore not allow the past of his sin..or her sin..or their sin...or mine...distract me.  God my 'sin' was JUST as bad and set you upon the cross as well!  I realize that!  
 Lord, bless him - my handsome man -  as he continues to heal and God I pray that I would discern better next time when an onslaught of  lies from the enemy approaches.  Lord, that there would be NO pride what so ever - Lord, that this blog would bless another - it blessed me just by being able to vent and share my love for YOU Lord.  Lord, I pray you are saying - well done my good and faithful daughter.  And Thank you for the blessing of being asked to carry the flag in the Opening and Closing ceremonies at the Walk - this is YOUR way of reminding me - I am your girl - I know it - as ONLY YOU knew how important that was to me.  Only YOU understand my head and heart - and you give the desires of our hearts to us - you really do, even when I have allowed the enemy to lie to me here and there these past two weeks.  Wow Lord, I am humbled -- and that is not pride ..

I am humbled that YOU love me THAT much. 
God I pray -others will want this too.  BAD...BAd enough to be bold and come to church ..or seek forgiveness..or even OPEN Your word.   God they are Yours.  
Your daughter - chell 

do something HARD....

OK.....so, like....I did it .....I did it.....
What did I do - something VERY hard.  And I am still flying HIGH off the tremendous feeling of awe and excitement..that I DID IT!    I really did not think I could....it was HARD. 

What did I do?  Something hard.....When Brendan got his bike and began this Harley journey, and I noticed all the fun and coolness of it, I casually said, 'sure, I want to ride too'.  And then I saw the excitement in his face and the surprise in others, that I felt...'hey, this would be cool'.  Brendan and I began to talk and plan trips with two bikes and like I have already said before, GOD is using a Harley do do some rebuilding in our relationship.  Then of course, the Enemy butts in and  begins the pressure...'you can't do this...you will fail'..and so began a month of anxiety.  I mean, I was not loosing sleep or anything, but the weekend of class got pushed off twice.  Finally, Brendan signed me up.  So now...I was going.

I have NOT been THAT scared about something in a long time.  I mean...I can do HARD.  I kept going back and forth with God.  I mean, HE has allowed a lot of HARD in my life, but he was/is always right there being the comfort and encourager.  But this time....I 'picked' this...did I pick it to prove to Brendan I could do it or did I pick it to prove to myself. ......Before I started on Friday, it was FOR MYSELF. 

I believe each and everyone of us should choose to do something totally HARD....I do.  I mean, the brainpower, the stress, and then the euphoria when I passed...and I literally passed by the Grace of God and I believe me  singing 'Jesus take the wheel/handlebars'...got me through.  Too funny - no, seriously, God and I had a constant conversation most of Saturday when we did most of the riding. 

And then Sunday, Jesus and I cried together...I am NOT kidding. 

This weekend was hard.  I mean, I passed the written part, 100%..that was easy, for me.  The sweet gentleman next to me, was sweating...bullets...and having a panic attack.  However, I am very proud of myself and I ignored the tattoos and piercings....
......................  which was not really hard to do.. I mean...
I just added that in for effect, he was a man that I would of never prayed for before
                      ...never would of spoken to before
                       ...never would of talked to about Jesus...unless God had not prepared me in the past 3 years...Understand?

Anyway, I pulled for him on Saturday and he pulled for me on Sunday at our riding evaluations.  He was constantly helping me, encouraging me and he gave me the personal encouragement to believe that maybe, just maybe I could do it.

Let me just take you there...

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We had to 'duck' walk or power walk our bikes the first day.  That means you are in first gear, and you use the throttle and feather it and then walk with your feet on the ground to the other side.  When everyone was done with that...I still could not get my bike into neutral.  Yep...out of 12...I was at the END of the exercise.  So, one of the instructions, who were very sweet and patient, came over to help me but then when I got it...it was time to move to Demo #2...of which, I could not do until the 4th or 5th try and then we went to Demo #3..and it continued that way from 7:30-2pm on Saturday.  At one point, Brendan had come over to pick me up for lunch and watched from across the parking lot....and I stalled it, almost laid it down, and one time he said he saw me LURCH ahead and stop too fast..believe me, I felt it too.  I was SO nervous.  I could blame it on being nervous but seriously, I was beginning to think -- I was just going  to be a 'bike' girl.

Then the written test and well..like I have already stated -- it went well but I felt so sorry for the men in there who were having a hard time.  They...could maneuver the bike...but could not take the written part...I was the opposite...God showed me so much.

It was like my classroom...I got a whole new appreciation for my profession and the students in my classroom.  I heart broke for those men.  So...I quizzed and encouraged them and when I returned on Sunday, Drew ( who I love as a brother now ) looked at me and said, I passed - cause of YOU!  That made my day.

So, now it is Sunday, I went early to practice.  The instructor even asked me to try a new bike..see if that was better -- it was worse.  I could not even control it and this was a safety course...I mean, you can't have 300# of medal out of control in the hands of a woman..can you?

So, anyway...we began. I went back to the bike that I used on Saturday and so began the battle of my mind....You can do it..no you can't...you can do it...no you can't. I mean, I could not weave between cones, I could not turn right, and I could not get it started and into Neutral, often.  I walked myself to the bathroom after the 2nd break and looked at Jesus in me, in the mirror,  and told myself - 'who cares if you can't pass'...It is NOT the end of the world..........

Brendan had already told me 2 if not 3x..."no pressure. If you don't like it, no biggie.  WE will get that second bike to travel with and you will just be the rider...no problem. " God used my husband to show comfort.   Drew helped too -- after each practice, he would tell me what to try next and encourage me.  When it came to the evaluation, I was finally able to do the turns and such, in a safe manner...not perfect..but safe...However,  I still really did not think I passed it.  But...by 1pm on Sunday, I did.  I got my 'card'.

Once I had taken the pressure off of myself, I was able to weave and control the clutch..and I was able to swerve  - fast, go figure and I guess I smiled for the first time.  The instructors even commented on it and I guess I was all smiles after one particular stopping exercise and he got it on camera.  I tried to find the photo on line, I will post it eventually but because of President's Day  it will take a few day.  So, I decided to post Brendan's Ghost Rider photo.  This is when he took his class back in December.  After studying the photos, he was using the same bike as me...that just made me laugh!  Go figure!     He took his class in 3 days of rain and the instructor nick named him Ghost Rider because of his rain poncho.  Anyway...I passed. 

Like I said before, I can do HARD when hard is placed in front of me.  I don't like it...but when you PICK HARD...well, I am just pumped and very proud of myself. 

This past weekend I was stretched.  I had to use my brain and teach myself something that was very foreign to me.  However, I achieved and succeeded - but with HELP.  I know that I know, people prayed for me and I am not kidding you, once I told myself and Jesus that it was OK to fail, my mind got clear and I really felt at one time I had angels holding me up and moving the handlebars to make a turn and once I did it, then I knew I could and I tried it again.  I really only did what was needed to pass, at the time of evaluation. 

I guess that is like life...some of us pass right away...others have to practice and practice..until we finally get it..?  Maybe? 

I love how God uses everything...every single little thing...for HIS purposes. 

Now, to get a smaller bike and really practice so I CAN get that bigger bike and take a trip with my man...he has been talking out of state...sounds like FUN!   

In all reality, being able to accomplish this was cool, but in hindsight...being able to tell a total stanger about Jesus, was JUST as cool.  I am pumped -- can you tell? 

-Not sure who will read this...but go ahead, tell me of something HARD you did once...I do want to hear...

- Michelle

The NEXT prayer.....Day #34...

Psalm 34


The Message (MSG)




** First of all, I just MUST say...God is good and ALL the time.  Today I was blessed in so many ways..stupid ways..but secret ways...and I got to share a few with the people around me and the rest I just have to leave in my memory....but over and over again, HE just blessed my socks off. 

Want to know a crazy blessing?   For the past 3 years...about...I have been like GLUED to Beth Moore's blog.  Well, maybe not 3 total years.  But, I would seek it, read, and live on every post.  Many of my peers and friends would attest to getting 'cards' with her advice and references to her posts.  It was like I NEEDED her guidance...but in reality.. I needed God's.  Anyway, slowly I began to wean my self off of her ... and I soaked in and obsessed over my next counselor and buddy -- a dear woman named Carlie ...and then it was another lady....Linda....and then it was....see my pattern......I kept reaching and striving for words  - human affirmation, but what I needed and craved the MOST was HIS affirmation.  Slowly HE began to show me that HE used these women and others  -- yes, there are a dozen more -- to speak to me and as I began to seek God more, things just really began to fall into place. 

You see, that really is or was my problem... I did not trust and really seek HIM.  Of course many things happened...but...it really was because God was getting my attention.  HE has it.  I love HIM.  And I get so blessed when just the simple knowledge that ...yes, Beth Moore sold her house this past year and moved too ..well, it just made me LAUGH....it was sort of like, 'hey....michelle,  see, I moved Beth too...change is good'....Does that make sense?  Maybe not.. but.....

I really asked God 'what' I was to write about and pray about for today -- Day #34.. and HE reminded me of Psm. 34..actually, it was sort of an afterthought...but I remembered that Psm. 34 would bring comfort on the nights that were just too hard.    And I am sure that I will read that Psalm again..over and over....as, I have stated before..life stinks and the Enemy will continue to throw crud...it is kind of nice to know, God wins and perhaps the next time the crud comes a flinging....I won't let it get me too sad or in a snit..but I will know that I know..God will win. 

My Pastor says,  people are usually,  either...coming out of  a season, going into a season. ..or just in between.....I believe and have said it...I am sort of IN the middle of a season...I am not where I was, but I am not where I am going either...and right now...I am just blessed and humbled for the continued blessings HE gives. 

I want to encourage everyone around me...don't give up! 

I am posting Psm. 34 for my Secret Sister....  I pray she will read it and personalize it...for herself. 
I believe as we are now on Day #34...we have six more days until Day #40 and I am believing for a great change, or miracle, or something.....I know God is at work.  I believe this is a turning point in her life and in the life of her family....God is going to do a great work..in her..in them...in all of us....we just need to be ready to accept it!  Amen. 
Psalm 34

1 I bless God every chance I get; my lungs expand with his praise.



2 I live and breathe God;

if things aren't going well, hear this and be happy:



3 Join me in spreading the news;

together let's get the word out.



4 God met me more than halfway,

he freed me from my anxious fears.



5 Look at him; give him your warmest smile.

Never hide your feelings from him.



6 When I was desperate, I called out,

and God got me out of a tight spot.



7 God's angel sets up a circle

of protection around us while we pray.



8 Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see—

how good God is.

Blessed are you who run to him.



9 Worship God if you want the best;

worship opens doors to all his goodness.



10 Young lions on the prowl get hungry,

but God-seekers are full of God.



11 Come, children, listen closely;

I'll give you a lesson in God worship.



12 Who out there has a lust for life?

Can't wait each day to come upon beauty?



13 Guard your tongue from profanity,

and no more lying through your teeth.



14 Turn your back on sin; do something good.

Embrace peace—don't let it get away!



15 God keeps an eye on his friends,

his ears pick up every moan and groan.



16 God won't put up with rebels;

he'll cull them from the pack.



17 Is anyone crying for help? God is listening,

ready to rescue you.



18 If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there;

if you're kicked in the gut, he'll help you catch your breath.



19 Disciples so often get into trouble;

still, God is there every time.



20 He's your bodyguard, shielding every bone;

not even a finger gets broken.



21 The wicked commit slow suicide;

they waste their lives hating the good.



22 God pays for each slave's freedom;

no one who runs to him loses out.

Amen...didn't this Psalm bless you so.  I remember someone stated.....David who wrote many of the Psalms..dealt with many sufferings and sadness...and he was not exactly a perfect man.  However,  God used him and loved him...if DAvid had not suffered and did what he did...we would not have the Psalms that bring great joy and comfort when needed.   So, I am thankful for David's trials..and his failures...

I am thankful for my past, as it has molded me and shaped me into who I am.  And when I say that... I am speaking of my own past...not the past of my husband..... not the past of my parents...not the past of 'what' may of been done to me....but me...MY past...MY own sin, placed Jesus on that Cross.. for that I am sinner and am so thankful that HE died for me. 

When we really humble ourselves...we can't throw the first stone...I couldn't.. I won't....there are so many hurting people and families... my prayer is that they will see Jesus in me and want what I have ..want what I believe in...may this prayer help in that - we must show mercy, we must be Jesus to others.  God wins.  Amen. 

who is WISGALINOKEE ...???

So who is this WisGalinOkee....well, she is a gal in Okeechobee...ha ha ha ha ha ha .....feeling a little silly this eve.  For the FIRST time in my 45 years.....I invited my folks over to my house ( our rental ) for  supper and a movie that I ordered on the TV.

Really?  Yes REally.  This is a FIRST!!!!    Incredible.  Just saying, this sort of thing has never happened.  I moved out of the house right when I could....went to college....got married....moved away.....and well, now my parents are at the point where they can visit and 'leave' the farm.  They no longer farm.  My mom works part-time at Wal-Mart and my dad works for a bigger farm operation doing field work but they gave up farming many years ago.

They drove down for Christmas.  They visited our other home  a few times and I had them for dinner once but their visits never really were long enough or I guess maybe I just didn't make the time to have them over.  For the past 10 years or so, I did not have a 'guest' room.  I still don't and in this rental -- there is hardly enough space for us, much less visitors so my sister has gotten the family visitors for many years now.  She is better at entertaining anyway.

So, anyway, we had supper, ordered a movie and made popcorn.  Just a simple night, but a FIRST.

I marvel at how God can take the most simple event...and make it such a sweet memory.  We sat around, kidded, and Taylor and I bantered back and forth.  We enjoyed a great movie... I had to learn how to put the CC on as they all were a bit hard of hearing, but it was fun.  It was simple fun.

God wants our simple fun.  HE just wants to have our complete attention and I am sure that HE relishes when we just simply come to HIM.   A scripture verse from Psalm 108 really hit me today, it was about  OH God fix my eyes on you.... it really spoke to me.  When we really fix our eyes on HIM....other things that seem important ...don't seem that important anymore.  When we really fix our eyes on HIM...HE has the chance to fix us.

They headed home, to my sister's house. I am not sure what tomorrow will bring.  They are here on vacation but seem to want to spend time with us....me, I would want to be poolside not speaking to anyone.  But, this is what they wanted...my..our simple attention.

Lord, as the holiday approaches, forgive me for not just simply coming to you.  Lord, you are always there...always just simple and never overbearing.  YOU love from afar and right here.  I think I will say I am sorry until I see you ...sorry it took me so long to really realize how much YOU loved me and how much I really did not love or understand about loving you.  Thank you for the wait ...thank you for just simply loving....may I never forget.  Thank you for tonight.  I can't wait to see what simple joy you will provide tomorrow.  I love you Lord.  thanks.....


michelle

PS, this Wisconsin Gal that has been in Okeechobee now more than she was ever in Wisconsin.....just loves being YOUR girl... but it is just too hard to change the name of this blog....love ya!