Here are the welcome messages from |
|
October 6, 2003 | |
October 13, 2003 | |
October 20, 2003 | |
October 28, 2003 |
|
October 6, 2003 |
I'm sorry I didn't get this updated last week. It was a rough week for me.
Our family was under attack in a big way. We were in some spiritual
warfare. It is still going on, but I've sharpened my weapons and seem to be
making progress! My family belongs to the Most High God and the enemy may
not have them! |
My poor husband. He's the offensive line coach for the high school team and
they have been losing in an embarrassingly bad way. He has been coaching
there for 19 years and he thought last year was, by far, the worst year he's
had there. Come to find out this year is ten times worse! I'm afraid it is
going to be a long season. |
As I go through my week things happen that I want to share with you and, when I sit down in front of my computer, I forget what most of them were. I do remember one thing that I wanted to share. I got an email from a man who was writing his views on the Trinity. I wasn't sure how to take it. It gave the appearance of being a mass mailing yet it could have been an individual's reaction to the Trinity page I have at the Clarion Call. I wrote a short response to determine which it was and my email came back as the return address on it was invalid. That proved something to me. The enemy is trying very hard to deny the existence of the Trinity. I'd say that right there is proof that the Trinity exists! The letter from the man was well written and he had some good, yet weak, points in his arguments. I wonder. If someone doesn't believe that Jesus is who He said He is, which is God... the I Am (Jo 18:16), the Good Shepherd Jo 10:11), Living Water (Jo 4:14), had God's glory (Jo 17:5), etc. etc. etc. are they are truly saved? I don't know. |
Saturday I helped at the high school band's fund raiser field show. This will be the last year I will help. My friend and I provided the food for the band directors and assistants that bring their bands to compete. We like to make the "Director's Tent" a memorable and tasty experience so they want to continue coming to the field show every year. This year we did a chuck wagon theme. We had the tent decorated with horse/ranch/cowboy type things. It was a big hit. We had gotten there really early so we could get all the decorations set up and have everything ready to go when it started. The tent that we set it up in was not at the school. The rental place didn't have us scheduled so we had to wait for four hours after the time we wanted the tent to when we actually got it. I hate the feeling of being rushed! It leaves me discombooberated for hours afterwards. We didn't get set up in an organized fashion so we had to keep running around looking for things. The generator we were using hadn't been filled up with gas so we lost all our lights and electricity to our coffee pots, crock pots, etc. Whoever gave us gas only put in a little bit and we ran out again. The bad thing was that there was a problem with the large stadium lights and ours were the only lights on the football field. That's when our generator ran out of gas the second time. The only light we had then was by our candles! (The candle holders were cans I painted rust colored and used a hammer and punch to put what looked like bullet holes in them.) |
Last Monday my son and I got served with papers for the second lawsuit against us because of the accident my son had. The passenger in the vehicle retained the same lawyer that the widow has. If you don't know the story, a man ran a stop sign in front of my son on the morning of my son's high school graduation last year. God provided a witness who verifies that my son was in the right. The man who ran the stop sign died. The widow of the man is suing us and now the passenger in that car is suing us, also. Can you believe it? It is mind boggling to think that my son, who I feel is a hero, has become the bad guy. My son made sure his own passenger was all right, kicked his way out of our truck because the door was jammed shut, and ran after the other car which was rolling off the road to try to help the men in it. There was gasoline spilled all over the place so my son made sure that the man setting out flares kept them away from the gas and yelled for someone to call 911. He also unfastened the seatbelts of the men in the car in case the car caught fire and he would have to drag them out of the car and tried to revive the men. If I was in an accident like that I probably would have been in shock and maybe not even get out of my car, especially if the door was stuck. My son was the victim of the driver of the other car. All the guy had to do was STOP at the stop sign and his widow wouldn't be a widow! It's not our fault that he neglected to provide for his family. He shouldn't have even been driving since he didn't have a driver's license and that car shouldn't have even been on the road without insurance or registration! His passenger shouldn't have been in that car, either! The passenger had gotten a ride to work because he was still drunk from the previous evening. There were beer cans in the car because he was taking them to work to drink and had already had one while waiting for his ride! I've been praying for the widow and children of the dead man, but God convinced me I need to be praying for their lawyer as well. I have a feeling that he is the one who initiated the contact with the widow. I don't think she would have looked him up herself. |
The weather is finally cooling off here. I think I will be finishing up painting our barn. I have to do the trim on the 16' tall side. That's not going to be fun. Because of our neighbor's bushes the base of the ladder has to be close to the base of our barn. I'm not real steady on tall ladders and ones that are nearly vertical are even worse! Then I have to finish painting the front, decorative side. When I get it done I will take some pictures and put them online so you can see what I've been talking about all these months. |
|
October 13, 2003 |
Oh boy did God give me an eye opener last week! Many times I wonder why things happen to me. Many times I gripe and complain about things that are happening. I think of how unfair it is that I seem to be held to a higher standard that others by God. I don't think it is fair that I often have a burden that is 80% when others get by only bearing 20%. God reminded me of my giving myself to Him as a human sacrifice (Rom 12:1). I gave myself to Him for Him to use. He wanted to know why I keep complaining about how He uses me if I gave myself to Him to use. Very good question!!! What I do and don't do is between God and me. What other people do and don't do is between God and them. It isn't my place to complain. I either do or don't want God to use me. It is as simple as that. I've got to drop the "Woe is Me" attitude! I have to remind myself that I have to have an "It's Not About Me" attitude! |
The football season drags on. My husband's team lost another game by an embarrassing amount. I am sorry to say that I did something I shouldn't have done. I called a man a bad name. He was proclaiming out loud in the bleachers that the coaches were losing the games for the kids.Most of these coaches have been at that high school for almost 20 years. The teams under them usually always made it to the playoffs. The years they didn't (up until last year) they were so close that it was probably a matter of less than ten points over the season that kept them from winning enough games to qualify for the playoffs.These coaches are all respected by their peers at the other high schools. The man in the bleachers was uninformed and speaking like a fool. He lied about playing football for those same coaches and he spouted untruths. At the games I sit with the daughters of the head coach. They and I tried to reason with this man. Our premise was that if he wanted to be able to voice opinions about the methods of the coaches then he would have to donate his time and become a coach.The man continued to speak foolish things. I should have shut my mouth and walked away, but I didn't. I told him to shut his mouth and go spend many hours of his time and help coach. When he continued to speak foolish words I called him a name and walked away in anger. Why do I let people like that get to me? Probably because my husband spends so much time coaching football that it becomes an attack on our entire family. These people are attacking the one thing into which my husband pours most of his energy, thought, and passion. As a result, they are saying that all the times I was a "football widow" and had to be the single parent because my husband was unavailable were all in vain. Plus, I know my husband is a good coach. I've heard it from enough knowledgeable people to know it for a fact.I guess I need to remember that what kind of a coach my husband is will not be affected by the nonsensical comments offered by armchair coaches. By the
way, God has forgiven me. He doesn't even remember that I did it (Heb
8:12). As I am typing the story for you He is probably scratching His
head and saying, "You did???" Wait, does that mean I need to ask
forgiveness again now that I reminded Him? |
Have you ever had a waiter shake your hand and tell you how glad he was to meet you? I had that happen yesterday.My husband and I went to dinner. We kind of joked around a little with the waiter. Anyway, when the meal was done and as I was leaving he grasped my hand, looked me in the eyes, and told me he was very glad to meet me.It wasn't like he was happy with the tip I left. I had left a gift card and some cash, so he didn't even know if I left any tip at all. Can you guess what made him do that?It was Jesus. He wasn't glad to meet me, he was glad to meet Jesus. He felt the love of the Lord through me. I know that's what it was because of another interesting encounter I had. When I got served with the papers from the second lawsuit regarding my son's car accident (if you missed it, the brief story is here), the man serving the papers became sympathetic and took the time to review the time period we had in which to reply to the summons. He wished us luck as he left.Normally someone serving papers just verifies your identity, hands over the papers, and gets away as quickly as possible. This man looked like he was upset we were being sued! He saw Jesus in me!! No, my face doesn't glow in the dark. I'm not oozing with hyper-spirituality either. I've been spending more time with the Lord and He must be sticking to me. We are meant to be vessels carrying around the Holy Spirit. When we speak our words are to be the words God has already chosen for us to say. Our facial expressions and body language are to convey love toward our fellow-man. (2Cor 4:6-7) The things that God has to say are the things that will make a difference. When I called the man in the bleachers a name I didn't change him or his attitudes. If I had spoken what God wanted me to say then that man would have some meat to mentally chew. (Unfortunately I don't know what God wanted me to say. I wasn't listening to anything but my own anger and frustration.) |
Will you
look at that? We've already had three Bible studies and we haven't even
made it to the official Bible study! |
A long time ago I saw a collapsible fire box at an RV show that could be used for a campfire or a BBQ. We didn't buy it because it cost more money than we were willing to pay. Ever since then we have wished we had bought it. The more vacations we take in our camper the more times we've wished we had one. For the past couple of years I've been looking for it. I've looked on the Internet and found lesser quality items. We've been to some sportsmen shows, RV shows, and other places looking for it. Sunday we went to an RV show that advertised that it had lots of accessories. There it was!! We found it! Yay! I already made room for it in the basement storage area of the camper. I think my husband and I are going to go camping during Christmas break. That will probably be the first time we use it. If you are interested they have a web page: www.pit2go.com. If you can find it at a trade show it is a little cheaper. Our camper has a long, deep storage area that you access from the back under the door. It has a long plastic bin that slides in and out. It is called a basement compartment. That makes my camper three stories tall! There is the basement, then there is the regular area where the dinette, kitchen, and bathroom are, and there is the bed up on the area that hangs over our truck. That's the upstairs. See, three stories! Tee hee! |
|
|