A little too much...

A little too much, Today was a little to much for me A few falls too many and one win too few A little to long today was a little too long for me but someone is calling - calling my name calling come, come, come and rest all who are weary come come come and rest all who are heavy rest rest rest sometimes i try sometimes i try just a little to hard fighting the current and loosing the fight and sometimes i feel sometimest i feel like i'm swimming alone But someone is holding, holding me up - calling come, come & rest all who are weary rest come, come & rest all who are heavy rest calling me softly and sweetly calling me like im a child calling tho i'm not worthy calling me even now come come and rest all who are weary rest come come & rest all who are heavy rest - rest ___________________________________ I happen to intensly love this song. It is the most played song in my iTunes - separated from the 2nd played by over 100 times. It has such feeling & emotion all through it - kinda how those days are. But, it is awesome to know that we are never alone. God is never going to leave us - even when we feel alone, when we feel we are drowning in it all God is there, holding us up, helping us keep on. I really do serve an amazing God.

One Hand

A flash of lightening, a clap of thunder, hands scraped raw from scratching an unforgiving rock wall. Trying to catch the smallest crevice that will supply her with new hope. Hearing someone calling from above, she looks up. A hand is reaching down to her, offering help. The hand makes motions of urgent insistence as she listens to the faceless voice telling her to take hold. warily she pushes herself against the rock wall she has been fighting against. Only be letting go can she reach for the proffered hand. She eyes the unknown hand, unsure of whether it is worth the risk. The rain pouring from the sky has made each movement treacherous. Bracing herself, she removes one hand from the crevice it so desperately sought just moments before, and grabs a hold of the hand. The wind howls like an angry wildcat. She feels her feet loosing their footing. In an act of desperation, she pulls her other hand from its crevice and grabs the wrist belonging to the hand. She holds on to the single arm as her feet lose their place. Suspended over the dark abyss, she's at the mercy of the hand. Time suspends, the wind howls, the rain pours, the lightening flashes, and the thunder claps as she clings to that solitary hand. Caught in all of despair, she wills her lifeline to not let go. Why do people find it so hard to offer both hands? Is there someone who needs you to offer a little more? Are they clinging to the hope that you have shared with them, just wishing you would offer them just a bit more to help them up over the rim of the abyss they are falling into.

Memorial Day Weekend

tents....creek....toads.....fishing.....food over campfires......family......guitar music We left thursday morning around 9:30. drove the 4 hours to petticote junction. set up our tent, and had a great weekend. end or story- with alot in between. I remember thinking thursday evening as i lay on our double high airmattress under a fuzzy blanket & a sleeping bag how "welcoming" it sounded. bullfrogs croaking, the water in the creek (more like a river) that ran by our campsite, the distant sound of cars driving on the road across the creek. it sounded peaceful, comforting. about 4 hours later, i awoke. gone was the welcoming sounds, the peaceful comforted feelings were replaced with damp coldness, and the growing need to make use of the facilities....which were all the way accross campground. Instead, I rolled over soaking up as much body heat from Curt as i could, and burrowing deeper in the covers. lets just say it took a long time for morning to arrive, and i was honestly never more grateful to see the sun filtering through my tent.

Friends

It's been a long week, but it went by fast.... I know, it doesn't really make all that much sense, but I know what I mean. Its been pretty busy, which means we've packed that much in, that it seems a long way since last weekend, but I have so much to do, that I haven't gotten done this week, therefore it feels like it flew by. Last night was lovely. I didnt get out from work as early as I was hoping, but I managed to get home, before Curt, and tidy up the house a little bit, (You know how much tidying up just a little after a hurricane would do? Well thats pretty much all it did. My house is a wreck right now...so please no surprise visits!) before heading to Ephrata to meet Galen & Janessa at Applebees. It was super awesome. The food, -yummy smothered chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli- and definately the company all contributed to a wonderful evening. Then there was that pretty sunset. Did you notice it? So beautiful after all the rain this week :) So, tonight, I'm gonna get alot done. The wash, the cleaning, pricing yardsale stuff & packing it up to go tomorrow bright (or dark) and early. Untill next time. m

The Other Michelle

We met four years ago in New Creations Chorus

we had the connection of a shared name,

four years later, we share much more than that.

The wedding of one of my best friends

Michelle Mummau

&

Glendon Strite

The lovely bride, & her bridesmaids

hiding out in the nursery before

the ceremony.

Lynnae Lisa Michelle & Jen

Brotherly Love :)

Justin, Michelle & Jeremy

The Groomsmen

Jusin, Dallas, Glendon & Jeremy

Ron & Bev Mummau Family

Lisa

Michelle

Jen

Lynnae

Gabriella

Jeremy's liking Lynnae's bouquet

The Whole Bridal Party

To Glendon & Michelle - Congratulations! Wish you guys the best!

We're Related - Barack Obama said so...

I just got done chewing my Dad out. Ancestry has always facinated me. I've wished so often as I read through great great (however many it is) grandparents diary's that I could have just an hour to sit down with them and drink in all I can about what their lives were like. And now I just found out I could have. I received an email from Barack Obama on facebook through the "We're Related" application. Apparently we are fourth cousins once removed... And apparently, I could have had one of those sit down chats with my great grandmother. She apparently died when I was thirteen. Her married name was Pearl Marie Smith. It makes we want to delve into research about her life. Was she in the witness protection program? Is that why her last name was smith? Because none of my grandparents grew up as smith's. And how lucky am I? Everyone I know has 4 great grandparents, mine are: Jake & Esther Newswanger, Aaron & Mary Weaver, David & Elizabeth Weaver, Christian & Rebecca Sauder - now I also have Charles & Pearl Smith! - Cant wait to learn about them! & meet all my 4.5 cousins in person, maybe have slumber parties with my 5th cousins at the White House! __________ In other news, since April 1rst came around, so far I've talked to only a handful of people who actually failed to mention April Fools, or tell me a joke. I can only pray that none of my kids have to share a birthday with me! It can be a real pain! __________ Things I love about today: ~ It's not snowing - a majority of my birthdays include snow ~Early this morning my husband was talking in his semi-conscious state, till I absolutely laughed him wide awake at 2am ~It looks like it could rain - I love rain (except for what it does to my arthritis) ~No matter how old I get, I still love birthdays - I just try to ignore that fact that the age I am makes me sound old, & simply enjoy the day ~ My husband is taking me out for supper tonight ~I keep getting birthday texts, emails & comments - which means I have friends who love me, or love the fact that I am getting older ~I have yummy leftovers in my lunch ~I awoke in a relatively healthy state this morning ~The work week is halfway over