He's still tweaking on me.

Tweak: to fine tune or adjust. Yes He is still working on me, to make me what I ought to be... I got up this morning thinking about that song and a telephone conversation I had with a friend last night. PTL He still tweaks me but sadly that I must be tweak'd on. I was telling my friend that it's my little wired-up belief that He originally wired us just how He wants us. All the little funny ways and habits we have, all the ways of our personalities, all to His setting by His control box. He knows our wiring system like NO ONE else does, after all, it's His system. But this morning, I was thinking about our wiring and the need for tweak'g. My wires get crossed more than they should. My wires get corroded. My wires break. My wires spark out. There are days that I get the wrong repair and it shuts the system down. I don't call on the right repairman. I pull out some good ole' southern ingenuity and try to repair it myself. I let sin seep in corrode my wiring system. It's like that song Slow Fade by Casting Crowns. It's not like I just jump into a vat of sin, but it seeps in over time when I'm distracted or when my wiring system isn't up to par. Then my wires get corroded and nasty. My life gets out of control. Anxieties and doubt kick in. Excuses start. Easy fixes win. Sight is clouded. Thoughts are not pure. The right actions are lessened. Yes, I'm a tad thick-headed and sometimes it takes all the above for me realize the ONLY way to remove all that crude built up on my wiring is J-e-s-u-s. He is the original 3M contact cleaner! He removes my corrosion. He restores my wiring. He repairs my system. There is no system He can't repair. My thoughts are back on the right path. I see easy fixes aren't the cure. I kick my excuses. I close out my doubt and anxiety. My sight is focused. My life becomes grounded again.

Jeremy and I both love to people watch. Jeremy more so because he usually takes a bench in the mall while I'm taking care of important household chores like closet management! :) I get a kick out of people. Just to watch and see all the different wiring systems out there. People are unique and sometimes just plainly speaking... strange. But strange to me, not my God. Those strange ones are His system too. We're all from the same factory, just different models. All the models need a good tweak'g every now and again. So this morning, yes my heart is singing He is still working on me, to make me what I ought to be! Am I ashamed that He must tweak me, Yes. But am I eternally thankful that He is there when I call on Him to tweak me, FOR SURE!

The parental fear

Today the phone call arrived. If you're a parent, one of the phone calls that you dread most. The Norman family invited Skylar to the Big Buck Classic. He was stoked as you can imagine if you know my son. So his weekend is as 11 year old perfect could be, Big Buck Classic and sleep over with his cousin/best bud. The boys had a little outdoor time before church this morning. Let's just say, they didn't stay in their given boundary and gave Uncle Bop and Aunt Mamie (Sloan slang) an unfortunate big scare. When Aunt Mamie called to say they couldn't find the boys, you could feel the fear in her voice. Mom to Mom fear. By the grace of God, this was no real emergency, but it certainly posed all the right factors for one. My motherly gut tells me this will not be the last phone call I get regarding those two and their adventures and my prayer is that if the phone rings again for those reasons, the ending is as happy as today's. Just considering if a GPS micro-chip inserted behind the ear would be going a bit far? ;)

Far greater need than this...

Yesterday was a whiner day. I think the majority of us have them, but just refuse to give it a title because we don't whine, right?!?! Nothing serious happening, but all the same, just a day that we hope to soon forget. At one point during the day, I checked out one of my favorite blogs to read. LPM website had a post from a missionary's wife in Haiti. Let me just stop to say... THANK YOU LORD FOR MY WHINER DAY. I received God's post-it... actually that may have been upsized to the new label size!!! I have nothing to complain about much less whine like a toddler. And I was whining to my Lord. I know what you are prob thinking... to cast my burden at His feet, but this was far far far from burden, it was a whiiiinnne. Does that count? Anyway... Moving on... I just got this picture in my head of Him gently leaning down whispering in my ear "Shhhhhh.... be quiet and act like you have good sense." The reason I picture that is because when my kids are acting up, yes you guessed it, I lean in real close to the ear and whisper some parental direction in a very stern whisper. My heart breaks for the Haitian people. I was "hearting" for the missionaries. I can't imagine some of the struggles they must face and to calculate a natural disaster yet on top of that. But once again, I am reminded that my understanding is not necessary, just my cooperation. So maybe today I will put my cooperation up-front with His plan rather my suggestions or my whining.

Just another WalMart trip

Ok let me begin with I've been debating the entire blog thing for a while now... and well, here I am. I found it appropriate to start with one of the many weird things that happen to dear ole' mom... WalMart Trip 10,879(yes prob exaggerated, but you get my drift). Im minding my own in the liquid soap when a complete stranger decides that I should be smiling. The strangers decides to tell me to smile. WHAT? Are you kidding me? (Im thinking to myself this isnt happening again, because yes this isnt my first rodeo with a situation similar) I didn't express to the stranger exactly what I was thinking (yes I know God knows)but simply said thank you for the reminder, but it's the song in your heart that matters, right? I turned and went on to pick up my soap. That done it, my focus was completely broken... now was trying to get exfoliating, softening, raspberry, sea breeze what... I can't remember because of the over-stepping stranger! Yes, I went on and got my soap. My focus arrived after I was in the cat food, so I went back for my soap. All the while hoping to not run into the stranger because I wasnt convinced that I could be the person I needed to be a second go around. Needless to say, I thought this would be an appropriate first post on the blog. I hope you enjoy our posts about the circus life! Happy Friday all!