Commitment

So, I love coming home. Number one there truly is no place like home, especially with my family. Number 2 I love seeing my Maw Maw and Paw Paw. Every Thanksgiving night my cousins and I go to the movies. Last night we went and saw Four Christmases and during the entire movie I was just really disturbed. It bothers me America has become a culture that accepts divorce and broken commitments. So... let me tell you about my Paw Paw. He takes commitment seriously. My Maw Maw is in a wheel chair, really can't do anything on her own, and depends on him for everything like: putting clothes on in the morning, fixing all their meals, finances, getting up in the morning, going to bed at night, rolling her over at night. Everything! Most men I do believe would have placed her in a rest home by this point. But not my Paw Paw. Even though he is on dialysis, has a hurt hip, and back, doesn't feel that great himself, never complains, will not accept help from his family, and refuses to see his wife as anything less than when they were first married. I told him one time, "Paw Paw you’re a good man, taking care of Maw Maw the way you do." He said, "She is my wife, it's horrible not to be able to roll over at night and be stuck, or needing something to drink and not being able to get it. She's my Wife."

That has stuck. "MY WIFE" 50+ years ago the commitment he made to her, made to her father, and made to God that he would love her for richer and poor, in sickness and in health he is going to take to the grave. Granted he will never come out and say "I LOVE YOU," to anyone, you can't tell me that isn't love.

SO for all you boys out there, you have some big shoes to fill because I know what commitment looks like, I know what I want, and I know the qualities my future husband will have. They'll be like one of the best men I know...My Paw Paw.

12.5 hours of sleep

SO yesterday was definitely the day from down under. I started getting sick Sunday night... which resulted in two hours of sleep. I KNOW!!! 2 hours of sleep. CRAZY.. so I head off to school on MONDAY.. and progressively get worse through the day. I mean fever, sneezing, running nose, stuffy nose, and watery eyes. NO JOKE, the kids were extra great because I believe they thought I had been crying (that was a good thing.. i guess). But here is where the best part of my day came in... I got home from school around 5, sat on my floor(remember no furniture) and just stared at the wall in front of me. Then I went to bed!!!.. 5:30 in the afternoon I was in the bed!!!... and it was perfect sleeping weather.. RAIN!!! so this morning I had my alarm set for 6:30... and 6:30 is when I got up!!>. take out the 30 min text convo I had with Wesley last night around 11:15 and I have a total of 12.5 hours of sleep!!>. I KNOW>. and do you know what? Today is amazing. Granted I believe everything is moving to my chest.. but still... I can breathe, no more sneezing, and I feel GREAT!!>. I'm gonna go run at some point.. MAN what a great day!!.. a Tuesday at that!.. which is kind of like a Friday for this week. Man..

A Bobber in the Water

So I was at my friend's parent's house fishing in their pond, but mostly taking pictures, and i took a surreal picture of the bobber in the water. When I showed the picture to my friend he looked at it, tilted his head he said, "humm...just a bobber in the water." And that statement stayed with me. The more I thought about it, the more God revealed to me about being "just a bobber in the water."

A bobber in the water, a fisherman's friend. When it goes down, something has taken the bait and its up to the fisherman to pull it up, reel it in, and to save the bobber from drowning forever. The bobber has no control, just floating on the water. Its future is determined by the fisherman.

Sometimes, well all the time, I’m that bobber. I’m that piece floating in the water, the water called life. Attached to a sting, a hook with bait, and just luring a fish. I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll but, in my life I fell as though I bait my hook with sin. Whether the sin being thoughts, or actions, but regardless it is baited and Satan (the fish) bites and drags me down. He pulls me under the water. BUT>>>> on the other end is the fisherman, my savior. I am attached to his rod and reel. And he may let me go down for a while but he is there to reel me in. He is there to deliver me from drowning. He reels me in, pulls me out of the water and rescues me. He removes the fish. But here is the difference. I bait my own hook. The fisherman isn’t putting the bait on the other end, so in all reason he’s not fishing at all, but saving. Saving me! Keeping me on the water. Yeah I might go under for a while, but I am still attached. What a wonder Savior!