Moose!@!

Driving down the road... A great song comes on the radio... Singing along with my pup's panting head enjoying the breeze...and...
"Thud"
and a whimper...
My super intelligent dog decided to jump out of a moving car!
I look back to see him lying in the road crying.
"Did I hit him with my back tires? Oh my gosh, we're gonna have to go to the emergency vet clinic, Stupid dog, poor baby, shoot this is going to be expensive!..."
~all these things flashing in my mind as I go to pick up my pup...
I pick him up and put him in the back seat, a friend's house is just down the street so I drove over to be able to get a better look at Moose's leg.

Thank you Lord! He was able to get out of the car with minimal difficulty. A little limping but he was able to put some weight on it. After the initial shock wore off he struggled some but was able to walk quickly and he didn't appear to be in pain.

Oh the joys of Motherhood. Yes I know my children will probably not jump out of the car window, but all kinds of things happen.
Well I guess if there is anything positive in this whole experience, this is good practice~

Me and My One Dollar Junk Yard Dog

Driving out to the country, dirt roads wind until we arrive at our destination. We pull up the drive and see a house in front of us. On our left and right however are tons of scrap metal and broken down cars; a little skeptical the car goes into park and I get out. As the car door opens at least five dogs come barreling towards me. Mutts of all design, small, medium and one goliath like monster; all varying in color and stature some more friendly than others. I step out of the car but leave two friends who have let goliath intimidate them into staying safe inside their metal cage. “Hey, how yall doin? He won’t ert ya! The pups are or’ there, we gotta keep um’ pinned up so they don’t get runned over.”
…I walk up to what appears to be a metal museum with scraps and broken down cars abounding. But unlike most junkyards this one is full of large-bouncy pups!

“That ones reel good, he gives ya lots a kisses!” A little boy (later to find out his name is John-Michael) climbs up on the fence and starts telling me all about the puppies and which pups he intends on keeping. “I want that one, so you can’t buy um’… ok”. I assure him that I will not.

One pup catches my eye… He’s put off by all the hustle and bustle and retires under a broken down car. “That’n is Striper Jr.” John-Michael informs us (As my friends have now decided to brave the chaos of dogs.) The boys mother instructs him to get the puppy and bring him to me. “You can have him for a dollar…” John-Michael, a natural salesmen tells me. His mother quickly reprimands him and insisted that the pups are free.

A scrawny big-footed pup is placed in my arms. Striper Jr, a belly full and legs draped across my arms he struggles to return to the pack then relaxes.

Arms full with an old towell and big puppy in my arms, we walk to the car. John-Michael‘s mother calls out a warning… I ain’t sure how he‘ll do, “He never been in a car afore”… And what would you know that towel came in handy has little Striper Jr, or as I call my clumsy big-foot “Moose” lost his lunch just a few miles down that dirt road.

So this begins our adventure~
Me and My One Dollar Junk Yard Dog
Thanks Bekah and Dionn for being there...
and letting Moose ride in your pretty new car!

New Job---

Its been a few weeks since I left the hospital and went to work at High Sky's Stay Together Program---
Adjusting to office life has been a struggle for me. I love having my own space but I miss the constant interaction with others. Last week I began observing in home consultations, (now this is what I'm talking about...) I love it! Talking with parents and kids about what is going on in their life, offering support and helping them make good decisions. Now I just have to get accustomed to the paperwork and I'll be ready :)
I am going to be in Midland all next week for some intensive "Common Sense Parenting" training. It is the program we teach and I am going to spend a week learning the program backwards and forwards---
Some major adjustments but much less stress... I think that this is gonna work out :)

everything's changing, when I turn around...

Well the month of May has been one of change for me.

May 1st
Turned in our 30 days notice for our rent house
Found out I got a new job
Turned in my 2 weeks notice at the hospital

Throughout the month---
Looking desperately for a rent house that was in our budget and didn’t smell like pee.
Sorting through massive amounts of stuff and preparing for a garage sale
Trying to survive the last month of school and finals.

As of today May 13th
We put down a deposit on a rent house
I am done with finals
2 more days at Rivercrest and I begin my new job.

A new job, a new house and a month break from summer, what more could you ask for…
Well Mom always said you don‘t want “too much of a good thing”… and I think that now I believe her.
Although the changes in my life have been positive its been an extremely stressful time. Every time I close my eyes to sleep I have a nightmare of a terrible rent house or catastrophic event at the hospital. No matter how much I try to convince myself that I’m not stressed, by body begs to differ.

I have continually shifted my eyes up and given all the choices to God and I finally feel some weight lifted.
Thank you for being the King of my life and providing me with all these joys and opportunities.

“God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions” Matt 6:33 ~The Message

For the past few weeks I’ve been striving to live toward a continuous walk with God. Not the occasional prayer and worship but a constant flowing conversation between me and father.
These words appear on the background of my computer…

“God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions” Matt 6:33 ~The Message
These words strike a cord in my spirit. Life = God, not some of life = God.
God-reality. Everything in my life is a part of God. There are no certain “subjects” that we discuss, everything in my life (in my reality) should include God.
God-initiative. Why do we do the things we do? All words and actions should be for one purpose. God has called us to be his sons and instructed us how to live. So are we living to be “good” or living to be God-like.
God-provisions.
…Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear…Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these…
I can’t say it better than Jesus himself!

So these past few weeks I’ve been torn about my future and career. I’ve been praying “Lord place me in your plan and in your peace” As long as I’m in his plan I know he provides peace and that is what I need… PEACE. He shows himself faithful day after day, yet we doubt and we fear. I wish I could mature faster but I know its all in his plan.
The Lord blessed me with a new job that I will begin on the 18th of May. He has more than provided for me and I am so grateful.
Thank you Jesus for helping me step aside and let you in.

Thunder

I am beginning the “sorting process” that comes before a move…
“Do I really need this? Haven’t ever used that, etc…“
I don’t seem to have trouble going through my closet or getting rid of old purse or shoes… ...

...However it is those little pieces of paper that I hold onto for dear life. Those remnants of the past, those pieces of past relationships. From a guy’s phone number to a dear letter from an old friend. I have found tons and tons of this stuff. While going down memory lane can be enjoyable, some of the old things I find hurt my heart.

1. Old emails from friends who no longer speak to me.
2. Notes from dear loved ones who are as constant as the mountains & show me the character of God.
3. Letters and emails from friends whom I haven’t kept in contact with.
4. Letters I’ve written and never sent.
5. Pictures of random things that make me smile.

There was something I noticed in this array of mementos...
It seemed that I was always “busy” or things were “chaotic” and while this is true of the years 2002-present. How sad is that that the “youth” of my life I’ve felt burned and overwhelmed.

So this is not a “new years resolution” but a new “life phase resolution”. I cannot change what has happened to me, who has hurt me or the number of hours I work in a week…

But this “Identity” of this busy person is not someone I am called to be! I am called by my father to be a support and strength to those around me, in his name.
Somewhere over the years I’ve lost sight of that design. It slipped in through with “taco-soup nights in the apartment” or numerous late night talks during my college life, but I want to change it from “slipping in” to a purposeful life stance.

Lord you know what I can handle and
oh, how I love you for that.
Please place me in your plan and in your peace!

As I write this the sound of thunder rattles my windows. The sound can make me shutter, but most of the time I feel comfort as I feel God’s power and I feel safe knowing that’s my Papa.

grad school

So I have a lot to say and I really want to blog, but grad school won't let me... It's always like "write this paper, go to this class, lead this group...blah, blah, blah.... Talk about a nag!




sorry just needed to vent a bit :)