This thing they call marriage

Funny how something can change you so quickly. I haven't even been married a year, and i'm changing into one of those people. You know the kind of people that they always say your gonna turn into. Oh yes, those things called adults. More specifically those things called sensible adults. Like my mom. The kind of people who tell you to eat breakfast - even more a healthy breakfast The kind of people who tell you not to eat raw cookie dough The kind of people that tell you to make sure you drink enough water & get enough sleep. It's kinda scary! I used to never eat breakfast- especially eggs. They caused my stomache to flip flop if I ate them in the morning. This morning, I ate and egg burrito, just a matter of minutes after I crawled out of bed. And it was oh so good! I've been married almost 9 months, and already I find myself steering away from the oh so sugar laden cereals for more healthy alternatives like plain cheerios, and quaker oat squares. I make cookies & warn my husband not to eat the cookie dough cause there is uncooked eggs in it. It has become habit for me to drink a glass of water when I get up in the morning, and a glass of water before bed (plus the constant water bottle on my desk at work) Come 10pm I'm normally about ready to crash...2am bedtimes are a thing of the past. I just ate a waffle - my mom used to put the 10x sugar on for us so we couldn't overdo it. I put some on, and thought it looked like too much so I shook a bit off... I think I'm turning into one of those things...those Adult people

steamrolled

Life is so interesting... take the word steam rolled when you steam iron something, you steam out all the wrinkles, but when someone says they feel like they got steamrolled, it has nothing to do with the wrinkles of life being smoothed out. so tell me, what is the solution to a person picking themselves up after being steamrolled? i'm up for suggestions.

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