You all know. You see it. You want to kill it. Then you think....Ewwwww that thing just has way to much guts going on to squish. If parts of it stick out from under your sneaker, it maybe time to rethink the whole thing.
Well lately that is the story with my little beagle. Who keeps laying with her head right where I put my feet down to get off my stool. As annoyed as I get. I keep thinking, she is a little to big to squish and I bet beagle is a real bitch to get out of the carpet.....lol
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Blessings
I've lived in the same small town for the last 22 years.
I'm not sure live is correct word. Maybe existed is.
I raised my kids here. Did the school mom thing, the baseball mom thing, the Pioneer girl thing, the cub scout thing.
Yet I would still use the word exist, because I never really connected to any of the people who I did these things with. Once the game, meeting or event was over we all went out separate ways.
Then at the beginning of this year we started going to church.
I'm not going to tell you that nothing bad ever happens to church goers, because that would be a lie.
I will tell you when you give yourself to Jesus and attend church, the blessings do start pouring in.
Our Pastors Sister and BIL moved here six weeks ago to open up a restaurant.
They happen to have a 16 year old daughter, new to the area and in the need of friends.
I happen to be the mom of one of the friendliest 16 year old girls there is...HHmmmm See where this is going?
Because the girls hang out. We've had reason to spend time with her parents outside of church. I really like her parents. Which of course gives us another common link to our Pastor and his wife.
Think of the Game "6 degrees of Kevin Beacon." The same theory applies here.
We are all connected in different ways with church being the common link.
After all these years I finally feel like, I live here. I finally have that sense of community that I have been missing for so long.
Where have these people been, all these years? If wanted to be honest, I know where they have been. They have been right here. They are the same people I have barely glanced at in the store. Barely nodded at, as I passed them on the street.
They are also the same people I would see as they interacted with each other. Which left me wondering, how is it they all seem to know each other? Why is it that my kid and their kids are on the same team, in the same class, belong to the same club. Yet I'm off to the side. What is their common bond?
Now I know. Because when you find your church. It's like finding your family. When your surrounded by family, your never alone.
I'm not sure live is correct word. Maybe existed is.
I raised my kids here. Did the school mom thing, the baseball mom thing, the Pioneer girl thing, the cub scout thing.
Yet I would still use the word exist, because I never really connected to any of the people who I did these things with. Once the game, meeting or event was over we all went out separate ways.
Then at the beginning of this year we started going to church.
I'm not going to tell you that nothing bad ever happens to church goers, because that would be a lie.
I will tell you when you give yourself to Jesus and attend church, the blessings do start pouring in.
Our Pastors Sister and BIL moved here six weeks ago to open up a restaurant.
They happen to have a 16 year old daughter, new to the area and in the need of friends.
I happen to be the mom of one of the friendliest 16 year old girls there is...HHmmmm See where this is going?
Because the girls hang out. We've had reason to spend time with her parents outside of church. I really like her parents. Which of course gives us another common link to our Pastor and his wife.
Think of the Game "6 degrees of Kevin Beacon." The same theory applies here.
We are all connected in different ways with church being the common link.
After all these years I finally feel like, I live here. I finally have that sense of community that I have been missing for so long.
Where have these people been, all these years? If wanted to be honest, I know where they have been. They have been right here. They are the same people I have barely glanced at in the store. Barely nodded at, as I passed them on the street.
They are also the same people I would see as they interacted with each other. Which left me wondering, how is it they all seem to know each other? Why is it that my kid and their kids are on the same team, in the same class, belong to the same club. Yet I'm off to the side. What is their common bond?
Now I know. Because when you find your church. It's like finding your family. When your surrounded by family, your never alone.
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