confessions of a not so perfect pastor's wife part 1

you know that lady that drives you nuts at church? she drives me nuts too.
you can't serve on every committee. don't expect me too.
guess what? the laundry didn't get done today, the kitchen is piled up with dishes and the floor needs a sweeping, much less mopping.
your time is valuable. mine is too. don't waste mine telling me of all the stuff your are going to do and don't leaving me to do it.
i still have to MAKE time with God. what is your excuse?
i would sleep in denim and believe that God doesn't care what you wear on Sunday's as long as you come wanting to draw near to Him , hear from Him and serve Him . i hate hose and slips.
my gumbo rocks even with okra!
i love afternoon naps.
i love hanging with the pastor and guess what? we sleep together!

so, some may stop and ponder, some may even question, but the end result remains the same.... pastor's aren't perfect and their wives aren't either.

just fishishin

fishing requires extreme patience and low voices.. or so that was what daddy use to say. "if you talk too loud, you'll scare the fish away!" some days one could be out there by the pond for hours and never get a bite and other days you got bobble from the cork right away. it seems with fishin' there is no true garantee. but you could usually tell the first 30 minutes , whether or not you would be bringing home a net full or just a few. we would want to just give it up for the day when we see the fish just ain't biting..... pack the tackle box and go home.

i am sure Simon and his crew felt the same way. they had been fishing, not an hour, but all night. they had caught nothing. i just have to believe that maybe they wanted to prove their point and prove Jesus wrong.... "but IF you say so, we'll try again." (Living) Their loud shout made there partner boat come running. "soon BOTH boats were filled and on the VERGE of SINKING." i just have to wonder how they felt. they went from no fish to 2 boatloads.... SOON.

creeping in

so, i told ya that saga of my glasses that the dog chewed. let me shovel deeper into the truth of it all. we all sin. we all make mistakes. we all knowingly do wrong at times. its like that little untruth that we tell or agree to. sin. it is like we are driving down the road and suddenly realize that our vision isn't what it used to be. sin. we can't really say it happened all at once... just little by little, each lie, each untruth, each.... and this sin that Satan is laughing at has caused us to need glasses, continued we become completely blind.... sin. it destroys eyesight. it blinds us to the truth of God. sin. such a small word with such a big price. sin.

trusting in plastic

sometimes we just take things for granted. we eat, we sleep, we do what we do. then suddenly, without prior warning, something is gone. something is missing. yesterday i came face to face with this. i was sick the day before and who knows where i laid my glasses. well the dog knew. yep, started cleaning and disinfecting and sweeping, when there they lay on 'his' bed, chewed, mangled and destroyed. and now i am without my safety net. no glasses. no money.

cake walk

yesterday, I was sat down by an 80 year old woman after church. she meant no harm other than to have her way.... cake walks are gamblin' and I don't approve of it at the church. in shock, all i could say was gamblin'. i have never heard of that before. apparently her mom raise them strict. i felt sorry for her as she said, they never played cards and Christmas trees should not be in a church. it really made me want to buy her a set of UNO cards for Christmas just for the heck of it. she stumbled to try to make a point of the gamblin' issue saying you walk around and maybe if you land on the number they call, you'll go home with a cake.

(so cindy might go to the football game and cheer for her team and just maybe we will win and if we do, i will go home with a little joy.... is that gamblin' too? Huh? Or what about going into the shoe store only to see a pair on sale plus you got another 20% off, is that gamblin' cause you got more than you thought or more than you deserve?)

i was polite, yet in the end it was fairly clear that her way was right and i felt judged. clearly life for her has been no cake walk. i know that this lady may have 20 years left or less. i really hope that God has a big surprise at the banquet table just for her.... perhaps he will allow her to do the cake walk.

tired

taking these meds have made me really tired, yet my sinus infection is improving. got to spend some time with our McDonough friends yesterday and made me miss that place some. know we are here for a reason and know that we have not yet finished our purpose. dragging myself out of bed and just around today. really feel medicated. with a cup of coffee in hand, i feel as though i could go to bed now (6;35pm) and sleep through the night and into the next day. wonder about myself though. need to lose this weight and get to a point where i can tone. got a lot to do and don't know where to start and part of me doesn't want to.

string bikini

diverted eye so easily. wanting to do right but thinking that good is best. when best and good are not even related. got opportunity around and seems so right. why would i be left in this desert. money's gone and seems no hope. saw a string bikini in the distance. seems good for the moment and we move that way. just want a chance to get wet for the day. loving the sun and hating the drought. hating the moving and wanting to plant... but wondering if this is it. saw where i was and miss parts of it a bunch. just can't imagine what God has in store. wanting it all, all the more. why didn't i do more at avalon.