I don't know why I doubt. God has never failed to take care of me. Never. And yet, here I am spazzing out because I can't see how He will provide. I can see Him now, shaking His head and chuckling, a little baffled at my lack of faith.
I see Missy Hoohaw, so dependent on her nightlight, but her faith that an imperfect Mommy will take care of it is steadfast. Even though I have a spotty track record, she believes I will turn on that light, every night, before the dark comes. I want faith like that.
Oh Lord, you are a great and mighty God. Thank you for your provision in my life. I will have faith that all will work out. You always provide exactly what I need and for that I praise You.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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4 comments:
I couldn't have said it better. Thanks for the eye opener... I feel the same way quite often :)
Ditto! I have roller coaster faith, for sure - something I am ashamed of, yet because I am human, I just can't help it. Sometimes I feel just like those stiff-necked Israelites! But God always takes care of me. ALWAYS. And He will always take care of you, too. Pray for your faith to be stronger. I am praying that for you, too.
Amen.
:) He's always been faithful to me.
Are you not more valuable to the father than two sparrows?
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