Well it is 1am and and what a day Friday was. Today all we had to do was pack up, attend a VBS celebration, sing some songs, pack up and drive to Charlotte. I was so looking forward to crawling into bed with my husband and really sleeping. As we were packing up at the church after the VBS celebration, Becca came into the school and said, "Beth the shuttle has a flat tire." I was standing and talking with Kevin a church member, he came out with me to look and sure enough one of the tires was seriously flat. He then looked around and started walking to a truck. I looked and it was a pick up truck with "Wheel and Tire" on the side of it, right there in the school parking lot. The man was there for the VBS program. He brought a pump out of his truck and tried to ad some air. It obviously wasn't going to fix it but he got on the phone and told the shop to stay by we were on our way and needed the tire fixed. He gave me his card and said just drive carefully but you should make it fine. It is just 20 minutes down the road... (toward Charlotte). I could not believe it! A set back for sure but wow..... a tire man in the parking lot...what a huge huge blessing.
We loaded up and started slowly down the road. Got on the highway and just a couple miles down the road the shuttle started making a terrible noise, and shacking violently. Becca looked in the side mirror and she said the tire was smoking terribly. I was having a hard time controlling the shuttle and knew we had to stop. There was virtually no shoulder, I thought perhaps I should then just slow down and limp on the shoulder, but the shuttle was arguing with me and begging to stop so I finally did. Now came the question. Get off as far as possible or leave room for them to work on the tire if need be. I decided to leave room. That meant we were almost exactly on the white line. Not an inch to spare and we still only had about two feet before the guard rail. As semi after semi barreled past us I was afraid. Afraid for the students... afraid for all our safety. I know you are supposed to get outside of the car, but there was really no place to go. I called the man and he said he would send someone or come himself.
Again I was so thankful for him. Then after about 45 minutes he finally found us and after a few minutes decided we would just need to tow. To make a long story short, Mr. Anderson made about 3 hours worth of phone calls trying to get us help. I called, and two men came to help and finally at 12:20 it was decided that the shuttle was going to sleep by the road and we will tackle it in the morning.
Such disappointment. No climbing into my own bed next to my husband.
In the process of this night, several different emotions were in place. First desperate... tire flat. Second excited... tire man in parking lot. Third disappointed... tire blows. Forth fear...in a dangerous situation. Fifth hopeful.... man coming to rescue us. Sixth disappointed.... he cant help. Seventh felt cared for... Rick taking the time to call. Eighth loved.... my husband kept in contact. Nineth rescued.... Ernie coming to pick us up. Tenth rescued....Ernie was going to care for us! Eleventh hopeful.... second man on his way to fix tire. Twelve scared... Becca and I all alone in Shuttle. Thirteenth safe.... Ernie was there. Fourteenth excited.... the repair man arrives. Fifteenth disappointed...he couldn't do anything. Sixteenth safe and rescued and cared for..... Home with Ernie and Gail to sleep in a nice safe cool house. Seventeenth supported... heard Ernie talking with people about the shuttle as I got out of a hot shower.
There were three amazing moments. One when I heard my husbands voice, calm supportive yet confident. I felt like... "I got this" after hearing him. He was concerned but not overly so. He made me feel stronger somehow. Then when Rick agreed to call and see what he could work out. I wanted to cry, it was wonderful being cared for! Then when Ernie came. We were loading up the students in his van. I had suggested they take us to the school where we could sleep the night on the floor. Ernie calm and strong said I'm not taking you there you are coming to my house or a close by hotel. I'm going to make sure you are taken care of. We were happy for the floor, but he was over the top kind! What a blessing. Then when Ernie came, stayed with us and then brought us home luxury.
As I took a shower just minutes ago, I thought what a beautiful example of our savior. We are in a mess. We are sweaty, dirty stinking, covered in (C) and he says, "nope I'm not dropping you off... your coming home with me, I'm not giving you the floor, I have a clean cool bed waiting, and while you rest, I'll work to make sure things are cleaned up." Can't you just hear God being that way. Hasn't he been that way with each of us. He is our rescuer, and he doesn't just make sure we are OK he lavishes us with his love and care.
We have had a difficult week. Set back after set back and it is easy to see how Satan is working to bring us down. But today in all of our disappointment and with all our set backs, I was reminded of how beautiful it is to be rescued! Really rescued!
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
278- Today... Thursday.
My boy came to see Becca today. I was filling in for several people who were gone today at VBS. I was sitting in the room where I was helping out when I looked up and there was Andrew and Becca. He was tanned, with new facial hair and a huge smile on his face. It was so good to see him! I ran out of the room and hugged him. Wow I miss my kids!!!! I miss them all.
Today as I spent just a couple brief moments with him before getting back to my post, I realized how much I enjoy time with him! How grown up he is becoming. What an wonderful man he has become. It was a wonderful huge blessing today!
Today I spent a couple minutes talking with one of my students about her body image. She doesn't like this and that about herself. I am telling you this girl is stunning! Beautiful hair, adorable smile, healthy fit body, and yet she sees a pile of imperfections. My heart ached for her today. I have not said much yet, I am hoping for a better time, but oh how I desperately wanted to tell her how rediculous she is. How it is crazy that she thinks that way. After all she is about as perfect and you can be. She is smart, kind, and has an infectious giggle. I sadly recognized her pain.
I remember my senior class trip. I was about a size 10. I was fit, but jut a stick. I had perfect 80's hair, (this was in the 80's so that is a good thing), and yet on my senior class trip I was ashamed to be in my bathing suite. I didn't want to swim etc. Finally a friend convinced me to take a picture. All the girls were doing these fun crazy poses so I felt like I had to join in. I hoped with every fiber of my being that I would see the pictures and think, wow I'm so much hotter than I thought. I'm not fat at all... etc.
A few weeks later the pictures were developed and I came to the bathing suit picture. All I could see was the huge stomach I had.... (it was nothing more than a curve created from the angle of the shot, it was not a stomach). It was all I could see. I hated to look at it, cringed just thinking of it, yet for some reason I didn't get rid of it! For some reason I kept the picture and still have it today.
Today when I see that picture my heart aches for that girl just as I ached for my student. Why oh why did I hate myself so much when I had nothing to hate. Today I know I must not hate myself anymore today. I may not be that size 10, but hating myself is just as sad today as it was back then. Looking at my body and loathing it is not acceptable ever!!!!
Living MtC means I have to let go of the hurtful habits I have hung on too for way too long. How can I share with my student of her beauty if I am still loathing myself today? I can't so I must stop! I can hear my husband saying.... "Put the (C) down.... just step away!!
Today as I spent just a couple brief moments with him before getting back to my post, I realized how much I enjoy time with him! How grown up he is becoming. What an wonderful man he has become. It was a wonderful huge blessing today!
Today I spent a couple minutes talking with one of my students about her body image. She doesn't like this and that about herself. I am telling you this girl is stunning! Beautiful hair, adorable smile, healthy fit body, and yet she sees a pile of imperfections. My heart ached for her today. I have not said much yet, I am hoping for a better time, but oh how I desperately wanted to tell her how rediculous she is. How it is crazy that she thinks that way. After all she is about as perfect and you can be. She is smart, kind, and has an infectious giggle. I sadly recognized her pain.
I remember my senior class trip. I was about a size 10. I was fit, but jut a stick. I had perfect 80's hair, (this was in the 80's so that is a good thing), and yet on my senior class trip I was ashamed to be in my bathing suite. I didn't want to swim etc. Finally a friend convinced me to take a picture. All the girls were doing these fun crazy poses so I felt like I had to join in. I hoped with every fiber of my being that I would see the pictures and think, wow I'm so much hotter than I thought. I'm not fat at all... etc.
A few weeks later the pictures were developed and I came to the bathing suit picture. All I could see was the huge stomach I had.... (it was nothing more than a curve created from the angle of the shot, it was not a stomach). It was all I could see. I hated to look at it, cringed just thinking of it, yet for some reason I didn't get rid of it! For some reason I kept the picture and still have it today.
Today when I see that picture my heart aches for that girl just as I ached for my student. Why oh why did I hate myself so much when I had nothing to hate. Today I know I must not hate myself anymore today. I may not be that size 10, but hating myself is just as sad today as it was back then. Looking at my body and loathing it is not acceptable ever!!!!
Living MtC means I have to let go of the hurtful habits I have hung on too for way too long. How can I share with my student of her beauty if I am still loathing myself today? I can't so I must stop! I can hear my husband saying.... "Put the (C) down.... just step away!!
277- Back to work
So Wednesday we spent doing the work of recruiting. We called people, facebooked people, we texted people. Prayed for people, and wrote thank you notes to the many people who have been helping us out this summer.
Writing thank you notes is a wonderful art that should not be lost. I have to confess, I have written lots of notes in my life that were never delivered. (something about follow thru I have a problem with :( ). But today as we were writing I saw a complete change in me. There is something humbling about writing thank you notes. To express gratitude for what others have done for you!
After today, I think I have to draw the conclusion that living MtC should include writing thank you notes on a regular basis. It was wonderful to experience the change in me. Some of our time was used just sitting and trying to think who else we should thank. When was the last time you just sat down and thought. We should write thank you notes. Who should we thank and for what? We were thanking people for providing food, places to stay, work, for invitations. Just the process of contemplating who we were going to thank was beneficial.
Living MtC should include a heart of gratitude and the expression of that gratitude. Gratitude left unsaid or kept to ones self does can be not only benefitless but a waste.
Writing thank you notes is a wonderful art that should not be lost. I have to confess, I have written lots of notes in my life that were never delivered. (something about follow thru I have a problem with :( ). But today as we were writing I saw a complete change in me. There is something humbling about writing thank you notes. To express gratitude for what others have done for you!
After today, I think I have to draw the conclusion that living MtC should include writing thank you notes on a regular basis. It was wonderful to experience the change in me. Some of our time was used just sitting and trying to think who else we should thank. When was the last time you just sat down and thought. We should write thank you notes. Who should we thank and for what? We were thanking people for providing food, places to stay, work, for invitations. Just the process of contemplating who we were going to thank was beneficial.
Living MtC should include a heart of gratitude and the expression of that gratitude. Gratitude left unsaid or kept to ones self does can be not only benefitless but a waste.
276- Tuesday post late... ergggg.
It is early Friday morning and I am just trying to go to bed. 12:17 to be exact and I just can't fall asleep. Why you ask. Well I have not blogged since Tuesday morning about the same time, which was for Monday. That puts me three days behind if I don't blog tonight. Let's just say it was not letting me sleep. So I am up to write three blogs, complete them and hopefully fall asleep with the task accomplished.
Monday had been the day of scolding the kids so I decided Tuesday I wanted to spoil them. Good food, entertainment, time at the mall, etc. Anything I could think of that would celebrate! Lucky for me one of my students had just had a birthday so I used her birthday as the excuse. It was just an excuse though. I really believe it is crucial to celebrate whenever possible. I realize many may argue with my method of "parenting" when one day they are bad and the next I reward them by spoiling them. Yet seriously doesn't our heavenly father spoil us everyday. He lavishes love and grace on us when we are completely unlovable. He gives us grace when we don't deserve anything close. After a day of celebrating the students worked extra hard that night at VBS. There was a spark back in them.
Every time I questioned what I was doing, I thought of what my heavenly father has done for me. What I have received that I did not deserve. There is so much! I work the kids hard, and we ask a lot of them. I also needed them to know that I could scold them and still love and lavish them!
I think it is obvious from this post that I am still trying to convince you and myself that it was alright what I did. I know it is different from how I was brought up, and I am obviously having a hard time just believing I did OK. I did find peace in just thinking of my Savior and his amazing love for me. I trust that he will guide me, he can use my efforts and make something beautiful out of them. I also know if my heart is open that he will correct me if need be.
Today I fought with questioning my methods. Today, I let go of the (C) by keeping my focus on my loving Savior and the ways that he has lavished me over the years. How much He loves me inspite of me! How much he desires to celebrate with me....Us!!!! Living MtC was simply looking up!
Monday had been the day of scolding the kids so I decided Tuesday I wanted to spoil them. Good food, entertainment, time at the mall, etc. Anything I could think of that would celebrate! Lucky for me one of my students had just had a birthday so I used her birthday as the excuse. It was just an excuse though. I really believe it is crucial to celebrate whenever possible. I realize many may argue with my method of "parenting" when one day they are bad and the next I reward them by spoiling them. Yet seriously doesn't our heavenly father spoil us everyday. He lavishes love and grace on us when we are completely unlovable. He gives us grace when we don't deserve anything close. After a day of celebrating the students worked extra hard that night at VBS. There was a spark back in them.
Every time I questioned what I was doing, I thought of what my heavenly father has done for me. What I have received that I did not deserve. There is so much! I work the kids hard, and we ask a lot of them. I also needed them to know that I could scold them and still love and lavish them!
I think it is obvious from this post that I am still trying to convince you and myself that it was alright what I did. I know it is different from how I was brought up, and I am obviously having a hard time just believing I did OK. I did find peace in just thinking of my Savior and his amazing love for me. I trust that he will guide me, he can use my efforts and make something beautiful out of them. I also know if my heart is open that he will correct me if need be.
Today I fought with questioning my methods. Today, I let go of the (C) by keeping my focus on my loving Savior and the ways that he has lavished me over the years. How much He loves me inspite of me! How much he desires to celebrate with me....Us!!!! Living MtC was simply looking up!
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
275- Facing my fears...
Today I had to deal with two very difficult things! First, I left Becca with the students and I went to get my hair cut. The last few weeks it has been way past time. My hair has been a complete mess. It has been too long, too dry, too everything. I have been wearing it in a bun or pony tail everywhere. It has been awful. So today I decided, it was the day!!! I looked up an Aveda salon and set out to find it. I walked in and instead of the pretty female receptionist I was expecting I found an Asian gentleman who looked like he should be working in a bank. His wife was in the back cutting a woman's hair. It was very quiet and I was very scared. He said he could cut my hair right then. That is even worse. You know it isn't good when the owner, top stylist, is free for a walk in.
I considered leaving, but I was too chicken. So I proceeded to try to explain to him what I wanted done. I decided this was not the time to try something drastic so I told him something simple and we started the process. I battled with crap! Looking at myself in the mirror as he worked, doubting everything he was doing, hating what I saw in my tired face, without make up, not sure he would do anything I would like... It was a terrible time. What he ended up doing wasn't terrible, but it wasn't something exciting to write home about. I still plan to get it done again in Charlotte at some point.
Then after leaving the hair place, I went back to the church where Becca was more than frustrated with what had happened with the students. They had been disrespectful to her and the woman they were to be working with and she was frustrated and mad. I knew I had to deal with it but erggggg not something I like doing. I drove to our next location thinking the whole way, and finally ended up having a chat with the students. They were ultimately being goofy, but it was not the time. We worked it out and then I treated them to Starbucks. (I'm such a mean boss!) I can not begin to tell you what I had to do to muster the strength to scold them. I hate doing that more than anything. It had to be done, but oooooh, it was not fun! I waded through crap to get to the point where I could. I had to tell myself, this was one of those times when I had to be the adult, I had to do the difficult thing. I survived it and now tomorrow I am planning some things that will hopefully help to build up good feelings in the group.
It has been a rough day, but all in all, I made it through. I found a way to get though the (C) and put on my big girl pants. I was the grown up today and it wasn't easy but I did it!
I considered leaving, but I was too chicken. So I proceeded to try to explain to him what I wanted done. I decided this was not the time to try something drastic so I told him something simple and we started the process. I battled with crap! Looking at myself in the mirror as he worked, doubting everything he was doing, hating what I saw in my tired face, without make up, not sure he would do anything I would like... It was a terrible time. What he ended up doing wasn't terrible, but it wasn't something exciting to write home about. I still plan to get it done again in Charlotte at some point.
Then after leaving the hair place, I went back to the church where Becca was more than frustrated with what had happened with the students. They had been disrespectful to her and the woman they were to be working with and she was frustrated and mad. I knew I had to deal with it but erggggg not something I like doing. I drove to our next location thinking the whole way, and finally ended up having a chat with the students. They were ultimately being goofy, but it was not the time. We worked it out and then I treated them to Starbucks. (I'm such a mean boss!) I can not begin to tell you what I had to do to muster the strength to scold them. I hate doing that more than anything. It had to be done, but oooooh, it was not fun! I waded through crap to get to the point where I could. I had to tell myself, this was one of those times when I had to be the adult, I had to do the difficult thing. I survived it and now tomorrow I am planning some things that will hopefully help to build up good feelings in the group.
It has been a rough day, but all in all, I made it through. I found a way to get though the (C) and put on my big girl pants. I was the grown up today and it wasn't easy but I did it!
274- Late....Nothin'
This post is late because..... well I had nothin' nothin' to write. I was so tired I couldn't even think of anything that had happened on my day that would warrant a post. So I fell asleep with my computer beside me with nothing but 274 in the title.
Today I have thought about having nothing to blog and what makes a difference. The easy answer is tired.... but I don't like that answer when I ask what is wrong... so I'm not going to accept that from myself!
The truth is this process may seem simple, you know... just type for a few minutes each day your thoughts about the day and how it pertains to living MtC, but it isn't that easy. In fact it is down right hard. Hard to live conscious of what is going on in my life on a deeper level. It takes living in the moment, not setting aside feelings, but facing them, and then investigating them. It takes going through my day with focus.
Living MtC for me involves paying attention to what is really going on in my heart and mind, knowing myself, facing the reality of what I am going through not just plowing through my day. It means living more than a list of events. It means living a life! Yesterday, I had just gone through the day living a list and I ended up with nothin'. I have spent a lifetime focusing on the events in my life completely unaware of everything else. No more! I am now willing to be brave enough to face and relish in the heart of my days!
Today I have thought about having nothing to blog and what makes a difference. The easy answer is tired.... but I don't like that answer when I ask what is wrong... so I'm not going to accept that from myself!
The truth is this process may seem simple, you know... just type for a few minutes each day your thoughts about the day and how it pertains to living MtC, but it isn't that easy. In fact it is down right hard. Hard to live conscious of what is going on in my life on a deeper level. It takes living in the moment, not setting aside feelings, but facing them, and then investigating them. It takes going through my day with focus.
Living MtC for me involves paying attention to what is really going on in my heart and mind, knowing myself, facing the reality of what I am going through not just plowing through my day. It means living more than a list of events. It means living a life! Yesterday, I had just gone through the day living a list and I ended up with nothin'. I have spent a lifetime focusing on the events in my life completely unaware of everything else. No more! I am now willing to be brave enough to face and relish in the heart of my days!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
273- Continued
Wow I feel blessed! I can not begin to describe how full I am right now! Yesterday was a beautiful day full to the brim with blessings. This morning has already been filled with little and big blessings.
Yesterday started very early as I headed up to Statesville, NC with the recruiting team to attend church. It meant up and out early. We made it on time, participated in Sabbath School, then a snack time between services and on to Church. During the church service we had some music, a children's story, showed a DVD and then special music. Frankly it all seemed a little flat... I'm not sure what was up with the students, perhaps they were tired, maybe just shy, but I was worried. I wondered what I could have done better to inject some energy into them. Then I just stopped thinking and prayed that the Lord would take our offering, take it and use it. I prayed for the church, the recruiting team, for me, for my family, for our school. After praying I was able to just exhale and enjoy. Pastor Cove, had a wonderful sermon that was filled with an illustration that was powerful! I won't share it all but in the end a young girl was rescued by her daddy, it was a poignant illustration of our heavenly fathers desire to rescue us all! Such a blessing!
Then after church it was time for pot luck and we spent the entire time talking with potential or perspective families. It was wonderful! The kids really connected! I had an amazing conversation with a woman who has been very hurt by the church, who frankly has so much (C) from a life time of hardship that I ached for her. She inspired me with her story, and I know God is not done with her yet!!!! It was one of those conversations that you come away from knowing we met at this time for the purpose of that conversation. It was such a blessing!
Then the drive home, with just enough time to change and go to the Faith Family and Freedom concert in Charlotte. I arrived home to find my husband in bed, climbed in next to him and almost decided to send the students with Becca and spend the evening at home with my man, but the thoughts of seeing the fireworks display got me out of bed!!!! It was a long long long concert with many Christian music artists. I enjoyed it, but kept looking forward to the fireworks.
Finally the fireworks started and I realized I was standing there with a girlish grin on my face just relishing in the delight of the show. I wondered what it was about fireworks that just thrills my soul. Perhaps the patriotic celebration, perhaps the memories of a child laying in the grass on the side of a hill watching fireworks, perhaps because in Ethiopia we didn't have the opportunity to watch fire works..... then a huge amazing fireworks exploded in the sky and I just started giggling! It was all of the above reasons.... but mostly it was the fact that they sparkle!!!! They sparkle in colors! For thirty minutes I can sit and watch the sky sparkle in time to amazing music praising God! HUGE BLESSING!!!!!!
Then after it all we drove to Sonic and fed all 11 of us. Amy (our server) was cheerful and amazing to us all! It was just an added bonus to the evening.
This morning as I was getting in the shower, I saw just out of our picture window a beautiful sight. Two spotted baby deer with their mother in our back yard. The baby deer were frolicking as if they didn't have a care in the world, while the mother stood with her ears twitching watching diligently for any sign of danger. As I watched those beautiful creatures dancing, I thought of the text that says we need to become like little children. I yearned to be frolicking like those fawns. I yearn to have not a care in the world. Is that impossible, being an adult in a sinful world. Do I have to be like the doe, who had to be on the watch, constantly aware, and searching for danger? I'm not sure of the answer but I do know that my protector is in heaven, I can trust Him with everything, and I think it is His desire that we leave so much at his feet that we can be frolicking as fawns. What a wonderful thought!
Today was filled with so many blessings I feel blessed to be a child of God! Yesterday living MtC was made possible in part by keeping my eyes on the incredible blessings of God.
And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3
Yesterday started very early as I headed up to Statesville, NC with the recruiting team to attend church. It meant up and out early. We made it on time, participated in Sabbath School, then a snack time between services and on to Church. During the church service we had some music, a children's story, showed a DVD and then special music. Frankly it all seemed a little flat... I'm not sure what was up with the students, perhaps they were tired, maybe just shy, but I was worried. I wondered what I could have done better to inject some energy into them. Then I just stopped thinking and prayed that the Lord would take our offering, take it and use it. I prayed for the church, the recruiting team, for me, for my family, for our school. After praying I was able to just exhale and enjoy. Pastor Cove, had a wonderful sermon that was filled with an illustration that was powerful! I won't share it all but in the end a young girl was rescued by her daddy, it was a poignant illustration of our heavenly fathers desire to rescue us all! Such a blessing!
Then after church it was time for pot luck and we spent the entire time talking with potential or perspective families. It was wonderful! The kids really connected! I had an amazing conversation with a woman who has been very hurt by the church, who frankly has so much (C) from a life time of hardship that I ached for her. She inspired me with her story, and I know God is not done with her yet!!!! It was one of those conversations that you come away from knowing we met at this time for the purpose of that conversation. It was such a blessing!
Then the drive home, with just enough time to change and go to the Faith Family and Freedom concert in Charlotte. I arrived home to find my husband in bed, climbed in next to him and almost decided to send the students with Becca and spend the evening at home with my man, but the thoughts of seeing the fireworks display got me out of bed!!!! It was a long long long concert with many Christian music artists. I enjoyed it, but kept looking forward to the fireworks.
Finally the fireworks started and I realized I was standing there with a girlish grin on my face just relishing in the delight of the show. I wondered what it was about fireworks that just thrills my soul. Perhaps the patriotic celebration, perhaps the memories of a child laying in the grass on the side of a hill watching fireworks, perhaps because in Ethiopia we didn't have the opportunity to watch fire works..... then a huge amazing fireworks exploded in the sky and I just started giggling! It was all of the above reasons.... but mostly it was the fact that they sparkle!!!! They sparkle in colors! For thirty minutes I can sit and watch the sky sparkle in time to amazing music praising God! HUGE BLESSING!!!!!!
Then after it all we drove to Sonic and fed all 11 of us. Amy (our server) was cheerful and amazing to us all! It was just an added bonus to the evening.
This morning as I was getting in the shower, I saw just out of our picture window a beautiful sight. Two spotted baby deer with their mother in our back yard. The baby deer were frolicking as if they didn't have a care in the world, while the mother stood with her ears twitching watching diligently for any sign of danger. As I watched those beautiful creatures dancing, I thought of the text that says we need to become like little children. I yearned to be frolicking like those fawns. I yearn to have not a care in the world. Is that impossible, being an adult in a sinful world. Do I have to be like the doe, who had to be on the watch, constantly aware, and searching for danger? I'm not sure of the answer but I do know that my protector is in heaven, I can trust Him with everything, and I think it is His desire that we leave so much at his feet that we can be frolicking as fawns. What a wonderful thought!
Today was filled with so many blessings I feel blessed to be a child of God! Yesterday living MtC was made possible in part by keeping my eyes on the incredible blessings of God.
And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3
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