Bite Me!!

When, oh when will I learn to quit being such a pity partier?  Why, oh why won't I learn to let go and let God a little quicker?  I know that if I keep up a tantrum, I'm gonna get what my momma use to say:  "You want something to cry about???  I'll give you something to cry about!!!"  And she delivered.  Who of us wants to continue to sulk and whine and feel blue over a change in our life.  A friend of mine blogged about labeling as if that gives us a right to be the way we are or react to something.  At this stage of my life, I need to start learning a little bit faster and so, as I knew would happen, I got something to cry about!   The day started out as any other hot summer day in Arizona.  Monsoon season is not dissappointing and the mugginess can make your bones a little achy and sleep a little more difficult.  But this change occurred and even though I know it's a great opportunity for my loved one...I couldn't shake this feeling of sadness.  As if I lost something.  So, I did my pity party and I thought it was going pretty good.  I walked around my house dragging my feet.  I went up to Camp Verde so my sister could console me.  All my friends and relatives shared their feelings of encouragement and love for me....so, it was a pretty good pity party.  But by day four, something had to give.  I was served a summons for a "Failure to Appear" on a speeding ticket I received.  A laptop I ordered was missing and other little financial issues popped up unexpectedly.  So, I started this day by praying and thanking God for everything.  I prayed for friends who have loved ones in the military, with the Lord, or unknown.  I thanked the Lord for hearing my prayers concerning my loved one and then after that, I did the dishes.  I did the laundry.  I was still dragging my feet a little, but I cleaned the toilets, three that the Lord had blessed me with.  I mopped the huge living room, foyer and laundryroom floors.  A friend was coming over to study for a test on this job the Lord blessed us with.  I saw spider webs out in the walkway and thought, I better clean those too because I don't want my friend to get bit.  So I swept and as I always do, I pull the webs with the leaves stuck on the broom off and a spider bit me.  The rest of the day was one big laugh.  I laughed with Mel who went with me to the Emergency Room; joked with the nurse getting my vitals; confessed to the Doctor I stole some gloves for a painting project and posed for photos to put on Facebook.  I even recorded the funniest last will and testament I've ever seen or heard and had Mel really laughing with my fake convulsions!  What happened?  I realized that I don't have the luxury of wasting days on pity parties.  So, my loving Father said to me, "You want something to cry about?"  And I get it.  I can laugh now and boy did Mel and I laugh, we even almost wrecked.  It was a good day, because the Lord knows how to deal with me.  And tomorrow, I'm expecting a miracle for a loved one.  God is good and His lovingkindness is Everlasting!

The Dream

I happen to be a mom. And not just any mom. I'm one of "those" moms. You know, the kind that puts their kid ahead of everyone, except God. At the age of 18, I became pregnant and half way into my 19th year, my son was born. He weighed 9.5 pounds and of course, was the most beautiful baby boy I had ever seen. At first I have to admit that we didn't bond instantly. There was an issue with breast feeding, but once the Le Leachy Group came over for a few weeks and helped, that was taken care of. Yet, I still had this desire and wanted to go party with my friends and I couldn't because of the baby. All that changed when my baby was in a car accident and I almost lost him. Something made me realize how precious he is and that the Lord could take him anytime. My sister said just yesterday, that God just loaned him to me anyway. So, overnight, I went from an ok mom to an anything goes for my son mom. Thirty two years later, he's all grown up and we remain close. He's still at the top of my list and anything goes. Now, he's moving to Oregon tomorrow, and I've been struggling with the thought of him moving, more than I have over anything; until two nights ago when I had a dream. Clay was leaving and I was bawling and begging like a crazed woman, grabbing onto his pant leg while he drags me and everything. It was so exaggerated, that in this dream, I was embarrassed! Next scene. Clay and I are going on an adventure walk around a block like we did when he was a little boy. When we finished walking around the block, the only choice left was to go around the same block again. Clay and I started the adventure walk, but the adventure was now gone. The last scene. We're driving in his truck, going to Oregon and across this road was a creek...rocks and all. The water was rising and other cars were getting across, but barely. I looked at Clay and said, "whatever you do son, don't stop...just keep going at a steady speed and you'll make it." Then, I woke up. This peace came over me and as I told Clay the dream, he got it. Then he said I should journal the dream, so I am. Now, I'm excited for my son! I'm not saying I won't be sad after he leaves, but it won't be like it could have been. Plus, I'm seeing him in two weeks and flying up there in October! I'm excited for this new adventure walk my son is going on. He can do it!! May the good Lord continue to bless and protect him.