The Preachers Wife

I’m finding more and more my Wednesday night lessons are very applicable to us all not just 3rd and 4th graders. Tonight’s lesson is about speaking kindly. You know, I have all to recently discovered that sometimes this is almost like climbing the highest mountain in the world. You have something standing in front of you, sticking it’s tongue out at you, and what do you say? Nothing. But I really want to say something. Usually I want to stick my tongue back out and top whom ever is sticking their tongue out at me.

And then there is that one that for whatever reason seems to put themselves up on this little pedestal and stare down upon you. With the holy-er-than-thou attitude they begin to explain (and for whatever reason it’s usually not hateful at all just full of cocky-ness) how wrong you are and how right they are.

Have I been guilty of saying things out of place? YES! ABSOLUTELY! Do I feel bad about it? Yes, very much so. I’m finding more and more as I grow up and lay aside those childish things that getting the last word in or speaking with a condescending tone does nothing for the kingdom. It’s very easy for us as human being to stand on our high horse, look down and begin to explain how just because you aren’t like me (I’m speaking for Christians not the lost world) that means I’m better than you. This does nothing but cut down God’s people. The lost world will do that enough. No, we don’t need to have a group hug, sing Kumbaya, and huddle around talking of God’s love 24-7 (there are times for all of those, well, except the group hug). We need to learn to be loving and understanding holding our tongue and attitude carefully in place. Realizing you, me, him, her, all of us are no better than the other. We came from the same dirt and we’ll all return to the same dirt.

Build up rather than tear down. Don’t point and finger nor let your tongue flap aimlessly. Be an appropriate example of Christ… after-all as He hung on the tree or received his beatings, mockings, and cruel punishment He never spoke unkindly. He bore it all out of love… as should we.

Today’s fury has left me longing for a nap. I’m currently waiting on a young one to tutor and all I can think about and dream of is that warm, comfy bed in the next room. Oh to sleep the sleep of a thousand sleeps.

Today has been a crazy day. We’re overhauling our dining room and by overhauling I mean crazy, copious amounts of work. Our home’s previous owners lacked, well to say it lightly, common sense. Our walls are terrible– wall paper on top of wall paper on top of wall paper on top of dry wall. And not to mention the thousands of little holes every where. How many pictures does one need to hang anyway? Then, to top it off, those not so pretty swinging (saloon style- no joke) doors were installed that were all of 2 feet long. However, they were attached onto thick pieces of wood that were not only nailed into the wall in 5 places but also glued. Ain’t nothin’ coming outter my house wit outta fight. It’s always amazing to me. This house has been such a learning experience for us. Every turn of our head some new insane twist darkens the plot of our home makeover edition. Wouldn’t it be nice if Ty Pennington came up and said, loudly because that’s the only way he can talk, “Alright people. Let’s tear her down!” Some days I believe it would actually be better than trying to right the many, many wrongs in this house. Perseverance!

I really believe that once we get our home the way we love it and want it, the Lord will call us to pastor, work, or to move some where other than this area. I think He’s got a great sense of humor. He might even give a little wink as we thank Him for letting us complete our renovations because He just knows… bless their little hearts, they’ve worked so hard and now, I’m going to put them some place else.

Today is going to be a rather busy day. My (step)mother-in-law has had foot surgery and she, no joke, can not stand on the foot. She’s a little helpless right now. So, I’ve prepared a few meals and offered to clean her house for her. Unfortunately the guys just don’t know how to do a lot of those things so, I’m offering to step in.

So, I’m off to deliver some comfort food to my momma-in-law…

This is a very short post, my apologies. Lots to do and little time to do it in.

Can I just say that I’m pooped from the holidays? I love ‘em but boy, this year has been exhausting. Plus, I’m not sleeping as well as I should be either. For whatever reason, we’ve had to stay up late for several weeks now and that horrible 5AM wake up buzz is just nauseating. I need a day of real rest. Maybe I’ll take one this week (I doubt it.).

I’ve almost finished my daily tasks for today and I’m getting ready to sit and do my daily reading. Then, it’s off to tutoring. Much planned and much accomplished and on little sleep. Go me! Or maybe, thank you Lord for giving me a little push. He had to do a little prying to get me to get up and make Hubby coffee this morning. I really and truly wanted to lay there in my comfy warm bed. So, thank you Lord.

I putting this post under random ramblings only because my thought process is absolute nut-so. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have enough sense to stick to one topic?

What is it about a Saturday that just does something to your body? It’s almost as though it says “no more, I’m done for the week”. If only that were true…

The virtuous woman studies (running every Sunday) are about up. So make sure you keep checking back, new studies are coming quickly and I think they are going to be wonderful! So stay tuned, keep pressing on toward becoming a virtuous woman, strive to become the woman God designed you to be.

If you have anything that you would like to know more about, please comment. I love to know what will benefit people and how God can reveal himself to those out there in cyber world.

I can’t believe it! This year has absolutely FLOWN by. For whatever reason, it seems like yesterday Hubby and I were waking up wishing each other Happy New Year (we were too tired to watch the ball drop). I’m always amazed at how quickly our days go by and how quick I am to forget that today is a gift. This year, though it had some heartache, trouble, and pain, was a blessing and a gift from God Himself. Soon enough, I’ll spend my last day on earth and step over into Glory. Until then, I think I’ll enjoy the rest of 2008, if God allows. And, I’ll spend time enjoying 2009.

So, I’m taking the day off, sorta. My mother-in-law and family are coming over to exchange presents. Plus, I’m feeding my poor brother-in-law since his father and step-mother will be out of town. Bless his heart I hate to think he’s eating Hamburger Helper every night. (Can we say, YUCK?!)

So, I’m taking a very, very short break. And, then it’s up. Off I go…

I feel as though my week has flown out of the window. I can’t really remember what all I did this week. It’s just one big blur.

One thing that I do know is that I’m a Nintendo fanatic. I’m talking old-school, Super Mario Brothers/Duck Hunt, nut! I bought a system for my Hubby for Christmas. It arrived earlier than I expected so he just HAD to have it before Christmas. Really, who could blame him, I was biting at the bit to get to it myself. So, we’ve been in “gamer” mode (or so I’ve been told) all week long. Now, don’t get me wrong, my house was cleaned and swept, and tended to before I ever touched the thing but every free moment I’m frantically trying to get that silly plumber boy to “KILL the MUSHROOM!” Yes. Did I mention I must win?

I actually caught myself at one point saying “Lord, help me kill this dragon thingy”. I’m sure He said “Sure, child. Let me get right on that.”

Is there a 12 step program for Nintendo addicts? I may need to check in.

So, I would have more pictures to show, but I forgot to take them. And, right now, the comfy-ness of my chair is far too enticing to make my way to the camera.

I do, however, have a picture of the crafty-whim I got the other day.

My husband was thrilled with the results. He kept saying “that’s just amazing.” Aww, he’s such a good Hubby.

I’ve decided to create several things over the coarse of the past week. I’ve currently got a wood board drying (I painted) that will eventually become a sign of some sort. We’ll see how it turns out. If it’s a keeper I’ll post pictures!

Does anyone else have anything crafty they’ve come up with this week? If so, post it here!

Okay, I’ve sat here for like 20 minutes (okay, maybe 2) trying to come up with something witty to share. I have nothing. So, I’ll share a funny from the Hubby and I dating handbook.

The Thing I’ve Learned from Dating A Preacher:

You can’t take what his grandmother says to heart.

We had been dating a whole 2 months, if that, when I was over at his grandparents house. For the life of me I don’t have a clue where Hubby was at but he wasn’t around. Grandma has a boo-koo of cats that roam around her property. One is a poor little blind cat that has a chunk missing out of his ear who is named Robin (Batman, his counter part, was a 30 pound cat who inevitably got too fat to do anything other than run to his food bowl, he’s dead now. RIP). Now my husband’s name is very close to the name Robin, and being the grandma that Grandma is, she calls Robin my husband’s name.

(Is this too confusing?)

Anyway, so I was at Grandma’s and we were talking. Suddenly she said “That (insert my husband’s name) messed in the floor again this morning. I was so mad when I had to clean it up. There was poop and pee everywhere.”

Hold up.

Did she say my preacher boyfriend pooped and peed in the floor? And she had to clean it up. And did she say again? Like he’s done this before?

Needless to say I had to reevaluate my decision to date this boy. I mean yes, he’s wonderful and all but do I really want to clean up poop and pee every morning from a grown man?

Thankfully within a few minutes she hollered at Robin (using my husband’s name) and told him to get down off of the table. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now, it’s just a funny story that I often remind my Hubby of. And no, I haven’t had to clean up any poop or pee and he doesn’t get up on top of the table either. He’s a good boy.