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Thanks alot and have a Blessed day!
Tracy
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
You mean I have to turn it "on"?
Ok Ok...so my daughter in the 9th grade needed one of those handy dandy smoking expensive calculators so I went and got her one today.
We were playing with it and she starts looking at the instructions ...no lie, the first instruction you may ask? Glad you asked!
1.) Be sure to press the ON key before using the calculator.
SOOOO, that means that someone bought a calculator and called customer service because when they added 1 + 1 it didn't show up.
This is a short blog because I am sitting here scratching my head and trying to fiqure out how I can use my hair dryer while still in the bathtub. I hope it has instructions....
peace out!
Tracy
We were playing with it and she starts looking at the instructions ...no lie, the first instruction you may ask? Glad you asked!
1.) Be sure to press the ON key before using the calculator.
SOOOO, that means that someone bought a calculator and called customer service because when they added 1 + 1 it didn't show up.
This is a short blog because I am sitting here scratching my head and trying to fiqure out how I can use my hair dryer while still in the bathtub. I hope it has instructions....
peace out!
Tracy
But God Sees....
I found this on a forum I am on for work at home moms. I don't know who the author is but thought it was a word out of this world that most moms need to hear...
"I'm invisible"
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way
one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be
taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"
Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping
the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see
me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you
tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock
to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is
the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes
that studied history and the mind th at graduated summa cum laude - but now
they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going … she's going … she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress;
it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was
pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut
butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why
she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "T o Charlotte, with
admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover
what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could
pattern my work:
• No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of
their
names.
• These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see
finished.
• They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
• The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of
God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird
on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you
spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by
the roof? No one will ever see it."
And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost
as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the
sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of
kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is
too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great
cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease
that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own
self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of
the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work
on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went
so far as to say that no cathedrals could e ver be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's
bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the
morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three
hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a
shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And
then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna
love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel,
not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
"I'm invisible"
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way
one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be
taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"
Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping
the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see
me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you
tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock
to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is
the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes
that studied history and the mind th at graduated summa cum laude - but now
they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going … she's going … she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress;
it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was
pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut
butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why
she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "T o Charlotte, with
admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover
what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could
pattern my work:
• No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of
their
names.
• These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see
finished.
• They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
• The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of
God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird
on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you
spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by
the roof? No one will ever see it."
And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost
as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the
sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of
kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is
too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great
cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease
that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own
self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of
the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work
on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went
so far as to say that no cathedrals could e ver be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's
bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the
morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three
hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a
shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And
then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna
love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel,
not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Less is More...
I found this in some old paperwork and thought it would be awesome to share on here...
"Seven Ways to have less of you and More of God"
by Mark Tabb
1. Live below your means, rather then beyond them.
The average American spends $1.22 for every $1.00 made. How can you enjoy the life God inteded for you if you live a lifestyle of consumption?
2.Buy things for their usefulness rather then their status.
Look for value in every purchase, not trends. People may judge you according to what you wear or what you drive, but at the end of the day, what God thinks is what counts. Be aware of product promotion. You don't need more stuff to live a happier life.
3. De-accumulate.
Discover the joy of giving gifts from the things you use. go through your closet and give to local charities. They need it, and you'll feel good knowing it can make a difference in someone's life. Life consists of so much more then our possesions.
4. Spend wisely. See your money as God's possesion, not yours.
When you look in your wallet, see God's money. Let God's enough be enough. Using your money wisely does not mean you can never splurge. God sometimes splurges on us, and there are times we should splurge on others.
5. Invest your resources in people, not stuff.
The best way to have a heart for people is to invest your treasures in them. The Bible says, "Where your treasure is , there your heart will be also" ( Matthew 6:21)
6. Give to your local church.
When you give to God through your church, it's an excercise of faith and an expression of your dependence on Him.
7. Enjoy what you have as a gift from God
James 1:17 says , "Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above"
"Seven Ways to have less of you and More of God"
by Mark Tabb
1. Live below your means, rather then beyond them.
The average American spends $1.22 for every $1.00 made. How can you enjoy the life God inteded for you if you live a lifestyle of consumption?
2.Buy things for their usefulness rather then their status.
Look for value in every purchase, not trends. People may judge you according to what you wear or what you drive, but at the end of the day, what God thinks is what counts. Be aware of product promotion. You don't need more stuff to live a happier life.
3. De-accumulate.
Discover the joy of giving gifts from the things you use. go through your closet and give to local charities. They need it, and you'll feel good knowing it can make a difference in someone's life. Life consists of so much more then our possesions.
4. Spend wisely. See your money as God's possesion, not yours.
When you look in your wallet, see God's money. Let God's enough be enough. Using your money wisely does not mean you can never splurge. God sometimes splurges on us, and there are times we should splurge on others.
5. Invest your resources in people, not stuff.
The best way to have a heart for people is to invest your treasures in them. The Bible says, "Where your treasure is , there your heart will be also" ( Matthew 6:21)
6. Give to your local church.
When you give to God through your church, it's an excercise of faith and an expression of your dependence on Him.
7. Enjoy what you have as a gift from God
James 1:17 says , "Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above"
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Sharing Jesus..
As a christian I find it hard at times to share the fact that I have Jesus in my heart or that my family and I attend church. I think it's from fear of rejection but we should be the least scared because we have Jesus on our side already. We win!!
With that being said, I was outside cleaning my truck the other morning after dropping kids off at school and my new neighbor came over to say Hello. We spoke about school and I decided to bring up our childrens ministry since she has kids that are my kids ages. She asked about our services and I thought she was just asking to be nice. Well about a hour ago I was sitting outside watching the kids playing hide and seek ( thank you Jesus for making it cool for the night so I could sit outside) and the neighbor comes outside again to check on her boys. I told her come over and have a seat while it's cool. She did and ended up asking me what time we were leaving for church in the morning. I told her I would wait for her in the morning so she could follow us in and not get so intimated since our church is so big. I know it can be very overwhelming.
I am so excited that I stepped out there and spread God's word. God was definately using me because I couldn't do it without Him. I have no strength and am not worthy.
Thank you Jesus for your mercy and love, without it I would be nothing.
With that being said, I was outside cleaning my truck the other morning after dropping kids off at school and my new neighbor came over to say Hello. We spoke about school and I decided to bring up our childrens ministry since she has kids that are my kids ages. She asked about our services and I thought she was just asking to be nice. Well about a hour ago I was sitting outside watching the kids playing hide and seek ( thank you Jesus for making it cool for the night so I could sit outside) and the neighbor comes outside again to check on her boys. I told her come over and have a seat while it's cool. She did and ended up asking me what time we were leaving for church in the morning. I told her I would wait for her in the morning so she could follow us in and not get so intimated since our church is so big. I know it can be very overwhelming.
I am so excited that I stepped out there and spread God's word. God was definately using me because I couldn't do it without Him. I have no strength and am not worthy.
Thank you Jesus for your mercy and love, without it I would be nothing.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Interesting...
http://news.aol.com/story/_a/letters-reveal-mother-teresas-secret/20070824071209990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
It was only a Quarter!
I got this in a email today from my friend Linda..thanks!!
It Was Only a Quarter
Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a
church in Houston, Texas. Some weeks after he arrived, he had an
occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he
sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a
quarter too much change.
As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better
give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he
thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about
this little amount?
Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it.
Accept it as a 'gift from God' and keep quiet."
When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed
the quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change."
The driver, with a smile, replied, "Aren't you the new preacher in
town?
I have been thinking a lot lately about goi ng somewhere to worship. I
just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change.
I'll see you at church on Sunday."
When the preacher stepped off the bus, he literally grabbed the
nearest light pole, held on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold your Son
for a quarter."
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a
really scary example of how much people watch us as Christians and will
put us to the test! Always be on guard and remember that you carry the
name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself "Christian."
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
I'm glad someone forwarded this to me. God bless you! I hope you are
having a wonderful day!
The Will of God will never take you to where th e Grace of God will
not PROTECT you...
Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL
It Was Only a Quarter
Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a
church in Houston, Texas. Some weeks after he arrived, he had an
occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he
sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a
quarter too much change.
As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better
give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he
thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about
this little amount?
Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it.
Accept it as a 'gift from God' and keep quiet."
When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed
the quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change."
The driver, with a smile, replied, "Aren't you the new preacher in
town?
I have been thinking a lot lately about goi ng somewhere to worship. I
just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change.
I'll see you at church on Sunday."
When the preacher stepped off the bus, he literally grabbed the
nearest light pole, held on, and said, "Oh God, I almost sold your Son
for a quarter."
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a
really scary example of how much people watch us as Christians and will
put us to the test! Always be on guard and remember that you carry the
name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself "Christian."
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
I'm glad someone forwarded this to me. God bless you! I hope you are
having a wonderful day!
The Will of God will never take you to where th e Grace of God will
not PROTECT you...
Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL
Monday, August 20, 2007
8-19-2007 PM Church notes
8-19-2007 PM Sunday
Jeremiah 1:4-10
"How to become a person God can use"
1. A sense of calling because of the preparation of God - vs. 4-5
-all saved are called into service
-all tragedies and blessings are molding us for Him
A. I put you together-
"I formed you"
Before we are born
B. I know who you are-
"I knew you"
Before He formed us in the womb
C. I set you apart-
"I sanctified you"
God gives us to a ministry not a ministry to us
D. I called you to a task-
"I ordained you"
It took Moses 40 years to be prepared ( yikes!)
-When we find out what God is calling us to do , nothing else satisfies
2. A sense of comfort because of the prescense of God- vs. 6-8
-It is the weak that God uses
We don't have to have all of our ducks in a row to serve God. ( this hit me hard) ouch!
3. A sense of courage because the power of God. - vs. 9-10
Jeremiah preached and preached and noone responded.
NO EXCUSE IS A GOOD EXCUSE TO DISOBEY GOD!
Jeremiah 1:4-10
"How to become a person God can use"
1. A sense of calling because of the preparation of God - vs. 4-5
-all saved are called into service
-all tragedies and blessings are molding us for Him
A. I put you together-
"I formed you"
Before we are born
B. I know who you are-
"I knew you"
Before He formed us in the womb
C. I set you apart-
"I sanctified you"
God gives us to a ministry not a ministry to us
D. I called you to a task-
"I ordained you"
It took Moses 40 years to be prepared ( yikes!)
-When we find out what God is calling us to do , nothing else satisfies
2. A sense of comfort because of the prescense of God- vs. 6-8
-It is the weak that God uses
We don't have to have all of our ducks in a row to serve God. ( this hit me hard) ouch!
3. A sense of courage because the power of God. - vs. 9-10
Jeremiah preached and preached and noone responded.
NO EXCUSE IS A GOOD EXCUSE TO DISOBEY GOD!
Depression Poem
Depression
© By Samantha J. O
You know depression is ready to set in
When you wake up hating the life you have created within
Look into the sun filled sky
Let the warmth deeply apply
To fill your heart and your soul
Get rid of the deppression that has a hold
Don't let it sink far enough in
For if you do you will not win
Don't let it touch your precious life
Or your family, friends and loved one
Don't let it drag you way down low
Get the sun's warmth to let it go
Fight the fight
And you will win
You will beat
The depression sneaking
in
© By Samantha J. O
You know depression is ready to set in
When you wake up hating the life you have created within
Look into the sun filled sky
Let the warmth deeply apply
To fill your heart and your soul
Get rid of the deppression that has a hold
Don't let it sink far enough in
For if you do you will not win
Don't let it touch your precious life
Or your family, friends and loved one
Don't let it drag you way down low
Get the sun's warmth to let it go
Fight the fight
And you will win
You will beat
The depression sneaking
in
How is my best never quite good enough?
How is my best never quite good enough? Of course a lot comes from growing up and always being told that I didn’t do it right or that’s not the way it’s supposed to be. When as a adult do you overcome all those hurts and move on? I do not see that ever happening.
I have struggled with depression for 8 years now and it has such a grip on me that sometimes I just want to scream.
Today started out pretty good , I came home from dropping the kids off and cleaned my truck out. I came into the house and cleaned it up then had a seat to talk to a friend that had called me. After getting off the phone I felt that sinking feeling that I get when my depression kicks in. Nothing in particular kicks it off, and I don’t understand. So now here I am feeling very blue and wishing for the rapture! It wouldn’t take much for me to cry right now. Anybody else battle with this? I am not a person to take pills or ask for help , but I am thinking that may be the only think that helps me get out of this.
Yes, I have thoughts of suicide many , many times. I talk to friends when this happens usually and can get over it. BUT I get tired of hearing …
- It’s gonna be ok.
- Just pray and God will take away your pain
- I will be here for you, just call me! ( but are they really every there when you need them?)
- It’s not worth killing yourself.
- What will happen to your kids?
My kids are the only thing that keeps me going. They give me unconditional love and tell me how awesome I am all the time.
I seem to be just rambling but feel a bit better. If your reading then thanks for letting me just ramble and ramble in my first blog.
I have struggled with depression for 8 years now and it has such a grip on me that sometimes I just want to scream.
Today started out pretty good , I came home from dropping the kids off and cleaned my truck out. I came into the house and cleaned it up then had a seat to talk to a friend that had called me. After getting off the phone I felt that sinking feeling that I get when my depression kicks in. Nothing in particular kicks it off, and I don’t understand. So now here I am feeling very blue and wishing for the rapture! It wouldn’t take much for me to cry right now. Anybody else battle with this? I am not a person to take pills or ask for help , but I am thinking that may be the only think that helps me get out of this.
Yes, I have thoughts of suicide many , many times. I talk to friends when this happens usually and can get over it. BUT I get tired of hearing …
- It’s gonna be ok.
- Just pray and God will take away your pain
- I will be here for you, just call me! ( but are they really every there when you need them?)
- It’s not worth killing yourself.
- What will happen to your kids?
My kids are the only thing that keeps me going. They give me unconditional love and tell me how awesome I am all the time.
I seem to be just rambling but feel a bit better. If your reading then thanks for letting me just ramble and ramble in my first blog.
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