The end of the story?

Well, I’m not dead, so no, it’s not the end of the story.

But for now, it might just be the end of the blog and every day computer time.

(Except for pictures and stories of my kids here and there because otherwise the family will go ballistic.)

Today I read this post. And this post. And this post.

Coincidence?

I think not.

I’ve been struggling lately with the facebook and the blogging and what really is the purpose and am I wasting time or am I building relationships and connecting and drawing others to Christ or just drawing myself away from my kids and my husband and my Lord?

I don’t know.

But I do know that I will be ok if I step away. And that maybe I do need to step away because the highlight of my day shouldn’t be that I had 250 views on my blog but that I got 250 kisses from my babies and hubby.

And maybe I’ll really really really clean my house. Because it’s gross and it needs it. Or maybe I’ll actually scrapbook. Like a book with pages. Or maybe I’ll just read a hundred books with the kids (and by myself) and play with play dough and cook and do sit ups (not) and have play dates and tea parties and play dress up or cuddle, talk with and kiss my husband.

And maybe I’ll be back to share a little with ya.  Or maybe not.

…and I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God…. Ephesians 3:18-19

The wonder of it all

Yesterday we shared our story. I was dreading it. I’m not sure why since I’ve shared it here, I’ve shared it with women at our Women’s Retreat. But I was so fearful and ashamed and I didn’t want to. But Pat was confident – not in himself or us, but in the healing power of Jesus and the work He’d done in our life. And I am too but still I dreaded it.  Of course it went great. Our group was smaller which perhaps was a blessing. We shared and had open, honest conversation.  And hopefully encouraged and drew nearer to Christ.

Every day it comes to mind. And every day I marvel at the love of Jesus. I know I talk of it alot, perhaps too much and it gets old but it will never get old. To be rescued from a pit of despair and hopelessness? I will never forget. Lord, let me never forget.

Beginning today I’m counting towards 1000 gifts of thanks along with others at A Holy Experience.

1. the love of a Savior, especially when I least deserve it

2. a husband I cherish and fall more in love with every day

3. playing tea party with Angel

4. advil for Pat’s awful headache

5. birthday supper with Grandma Barb

6. the feel of warm laundry out of the dryer

7. sharing chocolate malt o meal with Pat

8. a little boy and girl potty training and running around in underwear

9. snuggling under covers

10. bubbles in the tub

I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.  Psalm 9:1

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