The balance of the universe has been restored

My hubby is home from Holland. Earlier we all went out, I stopped in at the little market to pick up a few things, Troy took the kids and dog down to the playground. Troy made the bacon, I sliced the tomatoes, the kids giggled hysterically at their Daddy's antics, the dog got into mischief just to make sure her alpha was still king (he is!) and now Troy is emptying the dishwasher while the ice cream softens enough to dip.



A few random thoughts

~ I inherited my Mom's dry heels. I also inherited her bad habit of picking at them. I tend to do this especially in summer when I walk around in bare feet all the time. Especially when I am sitting watching TV. Troy smacks my hands and tells me to stop. I usually keep doing it.

Earlier this summer my friend paid for me to have my first pedicure. My feet have been much better this summer. So last evening, when I was tempted to start picking at the flaky bits, I filled up a paint bucket with warm soapy water instead. I have decided to turn over a new leaf and instead of picking, I will soak and scrub with the pumice stone. I realize this is too much information for some of you. Oh well. I have my feet soaking while I type this!

~ Jet lag is bad, because even if you do manage to wake up at 7:30 am by yourself, you feel drugged and lethargic all day, when the kids need you to be the most patient etc. Then at night, when you should be winding down, you get all wired. While this is helpful for getting suitcases upnacked and feet soaked, it's not so good for a general lifestyle.

~ Earlier this evening I told Amy the dog was being pretty good. A few minutes later she was chewing on a tuna can lid that she stole from the recyling. Apparently she thinks she's a cat now.
~ Maybe that's because there actually WAS a cat on our balcony when we got home. It hung around for 24 hours, then disappeared. Go figure.

~ Since being home I have had several ideas for blog posts already. I want to write. Being home agrees with me!

Back to The Message

I didn't take my copy of the Message back to the US with me on furlough (yes, I did take a Bible, my small NIV :) ) Anyway, this morning before I woke the kids, I sat on my own couch with a cup of frothy coffee and read in James. My soul breathed an ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Here are some highlights....

From James 1:
5-8 If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who "worry their prayers" are like wind-whipped waves. Don't think you're going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.

19-21 Post this at all the intersections, dear friends: Lead with your ears, follow up with your tongue, and let anger straggle along in the rear. God's righteousness doesn't grow from human anger. So throw all spoiled virtue and cancerous evil in the garbage. In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.

22-24 Don't fool yourself into thinking that you are a listener when you are anything but, letting the Word go in one ear and out the other. Act on what you hear! Those who hear and don't act are like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and two minutes later have no idea who they are, what they look like.

25 But whoever catches a glimpse of the revealed counsel of God—the free life!—even out of the corner of his eye, and sticks with it, is no distracted scatterbrain but a man or woman of action. That person will find delight and affirmation in the action.



Just to let you know, we arrived safe and sound in Madrid on Saturday morning. Our flight was an hour late due to a late start from Miami, so by the time we got home we only had time for a couple hours of sleep before we headed to church. It was SO good to be back home with our church family. We went to bed on Saturday night and didn't get up until noon on Sunday!

This morning we dropped Troy at the airport; he will be in Amsterdam for some training this week. Then we went to pick up the dog. She was thrilled to see us, and after a bath to get rid of at least the first layer of dirt, she is sacked out in her bed. I can tell she is happy to be home too.

The rest of the week will involved getting Nic's stitches out, buying school uniforms and supplies and the kids' first day on Thursday. In between I will try and tackle unpacking and organizing what didn't get done before we left. Frankly, a nap is much more appealing. But I'm trying to resist and stake awake drinking iced coffee. It's ridiculously hot here...91 right now. Hope that changes soon!

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