Staring at a blank page before me....

Isn't that what life is? A blank page?

We have the choice of what we're going to write on the pages of our lives. THAT'S PRETTY AMAZING when you think about it. God allows us that freedom...but we should choose very carefully what our story will include.

I imagine my pages filled with lots of music (that's how I met my husband) ...lots of pink (my favorite color) and girly things too (since we have 3 daughters) and there'd be some blue and a wonderful descripton of just how soft a grandson's skin is... but if you looked underneath all the bright colors and doodling and fun stuff scattered all over the pages and you could read my real story you'd discover a timid, shy woman who feels as though she is still quite youthful, but somehow she's trapped inside a 46 year old body. I've never felt like I've matured enough. I'm a wife and mother that has hormone issues, occasional blahs, failing eyes and large love handles (what a crazy name for that hideous part of my body). eek!

I want to write all over my life with adventures-the spur of the moment places I've went to-instead of always wanting to know the plan. I so long to write about the people I've met (and actually spoke to - not just thinking of what to say that would sound impressive or that I'm smart like them). I want to write about the lives I've changed because I was kind to EVERYBODY...not just the ones who were kind to me. I want to influence people, not impress. I want to write about how I've allowed God to use me...however HE chooses .. instead of holding myself back from becoming the person He longs for me to be.

Hmmmmm

Today I'm coloring my blank pages with lots and lots of gray...maybe because it's gloomy outside. Maybe because I'm a little depressed. Maybe because I wish I could be happy with just who I am.

Maybe tomorrow I'll splash my pages with lots of bright sun-shiny yellow, Pinks of all shades....lavender blue and baby blue and oh yes, green...ahhhh....what a lovely color...it makes me think of going barefooot in the grass (without stickers). :o)

I challenge us all to write a really gr8 life story! One that reels 'em in....keeps on the edge of their seat...one that inspires..... One that would make our savior smile from ear to ear and make the angels sing.

I'll start tomorrow.

A day in the life of Noah

I'm sooooo thankful for the streams of light making Noah squint this morning.  He's playing on the floor with me and the dining room blinds are open allowing a certain glow in the room.

His blue eyes are sparkling.  

Yesterday I took him to work with me for a little bit and then to the dental office I work at to see Auntie CC who just loved on him and kissed on him.  (I got hugs & kisses from her too).  He smiled at all the girls in the office...flirted a little too.  From there, on to my house to see Gramps (my husband, Keith).  He was half asleep from the drive there when we arrived, but when he heard Gramps voice he perked right up and went straight to him.  Gramps loves to sit in his big chair and rock with Noah and Noah loves it too.  He wants to sit up like a big boy..he's so small compared to Gramps...they look soooo cute sitting together.  We went outside to take a walk but it was SO sunny I was afraid his little bald head would be red in no time...so instead we sat under the covered swing and relished in the warmth God bestowed upon us.  The wind whisked around us which caught Noah off guard.  He seemed to shudder a bit.  I just kept thinking about all that he is learning.  Seeing the leaves fall from our oaks.  Watching our cat PB stroll by us and then hop up onto the swing.  Noah wanted to pull his fur...he'd really like to pull him up to his mouth to really explore the cat, but that wasn't an option.  :0)   

I sang him songs that I've sang to his momma and aunties countless times.  He just sat there taking it all in.  Very content to be held & sang to.  It was much different from last Tuesday when I went with Kacee to a place way out in Oklahoma to visit the Pioneer Woman and her guest Bakerella who taught us how to make Cake Pops.  If you're interested just go to Kacee's blogsite "Life In My Ark"... she's got all the 411 and the sites posted to learn more about these two amazing ladies.  It was a fun time, one to be remembered for sure.

So, today is another day to watch Noah learn and grow.  We started the morning off watching a Baby Einstein DVD on sign language.  It's very cute with bright colors.  We learned "eat", "mother", "father", "drink"... I guess I should say I LEARNED... but he'll get it.  They are very easy signs.  Right now he is bouncing away on his horsey all the while laughing and "talking" to me, laughing and trying to eat the horses maine.  I think he'd prefer to have a hot bottle and a little snoozy so I'm going to close and take care of him.

Here's to your Wednesday....or whatever day it is you are reading.  May you have health, happiness and much, much love always.  God bless you!

cindy ann

God knows us!

YES HE DOES!!!  I'm floored by the very thought that He knows how many hairs are on my head.  That He created me in my mother's womb.  He sends me picture post cards everyday with the Sunrises and Sunsets and how about all those beautiful Daffodils popping their little heads out?  Yep, you got it...He sends us flowers too and for no special occasion, just because He loves us.

I was reading in 2 Timothy last night and came across something I had doodled above the scripture.  I had just prayed that Noah would understand me when I speak to him about Jesus.  Then I turned to a scripture that was intended to encourage Timothy not to veer away from his scriptural teachings and the faith that was first with his mother and GRANDMOTHER.... Yes, God knows what we think, feel and yearn for.  I know He's using me to help train Noah in the way he should go.

I praise YOU God...You truly are worthy of all my praises and all my worship.

Thank you for KNOWING us...all about us and that you STILL love us.

Aren't we so blessed to call Him savior and friend?

peace to all