Sometimes I Wish I Would Say More

The other day some Jehovah's Witnesses came to my house. At first I wasn't going to answer the door, but you know how it is with kids. "Mama! There's someone here!!!!!!!!!!!!" So, I reluctantly opened the door. The men at the door were more than happy to give me their literature, but when I tried to give them mine, they acted like it was poison. Finally, one of the men took it. Now, why would it not be okay for them to read what I have to say??? It would at least help them know where I'm coming from and be better able to argue against my beliefs if they wanted to.
Anyway, this group of people does not believe that Jesus is God. Since Jesus is the whole means for our salvation, this creates a problem. I quoted John 1:1 to them. It says, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." I told them that the Word is Jesus, and that Jesus is God; but I failed to connect the dots from the Bible where it says in John 1:14, "And the Word was made flesh (Jesus here on earth) and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." If those verses don't say that Jesus is God, I don't know what does.

This is too good to not stop everything I'm doing to blog this little blurp.

Our son is ALWAYS wanting to sell something. He inherited that trait from some place other than his mother or father. His latest greatest scheme is to draw pictures and color them in order to sell them so he can buy an expensive toy for himself one day. Today I was outside cleaning out my husband's truck, and Zach comes out to me exactly as pictured above. After getting permission he went around to four of the neighbor's houses selling his merchandise and made three dollars. Considering that's how much he charged for one picture, I didn't think he did too bad. I told him to lower his price, he might sell more. The toybox held his pictures, and the bucket was for his money. The string holding the toybox around his neck came from a pretty basket holding our baby's items. I thought that was pretty creative of him.

I took this the other day.

Sometimes I'm Thankful for........

......my husband's redneck roots. The holder for our handheld shower head broke the other day, and my husband fixed it so we can take showers until we have time to go get another shower head. Since this is the bathroom that is waiting to get remodeled, I wonder if we should go ahead with a really nice shower head. hmmmmmmmmmm.

Church Picnic

playing football

just about everyone there

Ready to bob for apples

tug of war

Family Fun

Here's some pictures from the most recent family fun times. Last week we went to look at toys at Target and somehow once again ended up in the Halloween section. Who do you think the afro looks the best on? Obviously, Addison doesn't think it looks very good on her.

For family fun tonight, the kids asked Spencer to pull out one of his toys from childhood. After a run to Wal-Mart to get some fresh paint, we ended up with the black, orange, and gold whatevery you wanna call ems. The kids thought it was fun.

I have tried every way I could think of to get this picture turned the correct way, but the stupid computer won't work with me.

See what happens when you twirl a smiley face?

Some other blogs

I thought I'd mention a few blogs of interest. My mother-in-law has started one that has pretty good reading in it. You can find it at http://www.whatifyoucouldtoday.blogspot.com/. If you are interested in my humble opinion, I have a blog about items that I have come across that I think are good or maybe not so good. That blog is at http://www.letmetellyouabout.blogspot.com/ The final blog of note is one that my mom is just now starting for Jewish people. It's to be found at http://www.israelspromise.blogspot.com/
Happy reading!

Answer to Prayer

I meant to write this about two months ago, but for some reason had not gotten around to it. It's funny how the Lord will answer the smallest prayers. It's His way of telling us that He cares about everything. As I was saying, a couple of months ago I was supposed to play an offeratory for a special service at church. There was a part that I was really nervous about, and when I get nervous, I mess up 10 times worse. So, my prayer was that the Lord would help me through the tough part. He did in the oddest way. Right before I got to the part of the offeratory that I was nervouse about, our pastor got up and started talking to the congregation. (He NEVER does that.) I was able to gracefully pull the offeratory to a halt. How's that for an answered prayer? Others thought it was strange that the pastor would do that, but I was just thankful.