Can you believe 2012 is rapidly coming to a close? I can't. What a year. I have officially fallen off of the blogging wagon but for the few of you that occasionally ready my blog happy reading.
School is back in session, the kids are in a routine, I am in a routine, but my life is anything but routine. I like it that way. Makes it interesting.
I really am loving the year so far. The Spirit of the Lord is really filling the hall I am working on. It's amazing the difference in the atmosphere as compared to last year. Mrs. Jones and Myself pray in the mornings for the Lord's presence and I know that is what the difference is.
I also have the best people in the world to work with. In August I was given the opportunity to work in the UAE at an all girls private academy in Abu Dhabi. I had the contract, I had the paperwork, I had the job but I said no. I know!! I said no. 40,000 dollars a year, tax free, expenses paid, round trip ticket, 20 kids to a class, job of a lifetime and I said no for the sole reason I ain't supposed to. At the moment I didn't know why, and I still completely don't know, but I do know I'm glad I'm here. I love America. I love the people I work with. I love my church, I love being an American (I'd had to be an ex-patriot if I moved to the UAE), I love Friday night football, I love my truck, and I love to see God move in the life of Abigail. I knew it wasn't right, so I stayed.
Last week Maw Maw passed. That was a hard day. Paw Paw died and that was a day from Hell, but Maw Maw was hard. Thank you Lord for Apple Computers, iPads and iPhones for allowing me the chance to face time before she stopped talking, and thank you Jesus for allowing me to watch her take her last breath on earth and her first breath in heaven. I cried. I cried a lot! But I laughed too. Maw Maw was the funniest person I knew. She never complained and saw the good in everything and everyone. My cousins and I sat and talked about all the crazy things she did and said. I miss her today. On Friday, when I can't call her like I normally do. I"ll miss her at Thanksgiving, Birthdays, Christmas, Easter, and all other times we eat and her asking for "just a bite." I'll even miss her coughing in the middle of supper. She was a tough! The toughest woman I know. I guess you have to be to be a farmer's wife. I love her dearly, and hope to represent her and Paw Paw to uphold my name.
Now, what happens to the barn? That barn was my daddy's life for many, many years. He had no choice. He was a Lasley boy, meaning he farmed. I will say 600 dollars a month, minus paying your own taxes, minus health insurance for a family of 4, providing for 2 kids and a wife comes out to a spit in an ocean. I figured up, my daddy made LESS than a dollar a day for over 15 years. Worked over 100 hours a week, easy. And never complained. So what now? What happens to the home he has know his entire life? Good question, I guess it will come out in the wash.
More blogging is to come.. I hope! I have missed writing.
Oh I need to catch ya'll up on the panther in the road this past summer. Say what?!?
