Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sickness go away

So I have been sick for alittle over a week. It started as a Virus, and really had me down and out last week. But this weekend I have a full schedule, so I had to suck it up and get things done. Well, that made the sickness linger, and I had to go back to the Dr yesterday. I have Bronchial inflammation, and I am taking steroids. Well technically, I am not taking them yet. I dropped off the prescription last night, but didn't feel like going back out to get the meds. So this morning my mom sent me an email asking how I felt. I told her pretty much the same because I didn't pick my meds up. So she replied back with a whole lot of (*&%&%$%$#^%*&^)(*&)(*^&%$*&)()^(&^$^$#&!!! She got onto me for not taking care of my self, and not telling her because she would have gone and got them for me. I know she would have, but she has alot going on too, so I didn't want to bother her. I asked her if that was her cursing at me, and she said Yes! Lol. Don't mess with momma. lol. So she told me next time don't lay there and suffer. So nobody better mess with me, cause you don't want to make my momma mad. And Mom, I know you are reading this, so I will go get my meds as soon as I get off.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Come and See

Looking back, I see were God has brought me from, and I see how he was working in my life before I even acknowledged him. About 5 years ago I had a dream that I will never forget. I dreamt that Adam and me had died. We were standing there in front of God. God told me I got to go to heaven. I asked about Adam, I told him it didn’t matter to me were I went, I wanted to know that he got to go to heaven. I can still remember how I felt even though it was a dream. God told me that we both got to go to heaven. Then there was my mom and my aunt Susan with our son Little Adam. Adam and I had to say goodbye to him. I wondered how I could do that. There was no way. But we had too, he couldn’t go with us. I woke up in tears. I couldn’t control the tears or my anxiety. I wasn’t saved, I didn’t know if I died if I would go to heaven. I wanted my husband and my son, my family and friends to go to heaven too. The morning I woke from my dream I went to work, and as I was sitting in front of a dishwasher running a test, my co-worker walked over to me and handed me a bible. I started to cry. He had no idea about my dream, but I know that it was God. As scared as I was, I was also scared of church. I had been turned away from another church because we had our son while I was 16 and Adam was 17. We lived together before we were married. These are all things that I was told were bad in God’s eyes. I couldn’t look at my son and see anything bad, he was a blessing, so I was angry that anyone would suggest that having him was bad. I just wanted someone to accept me and teach me despite of my past, I wanted someone to see that I wanted to know God. I was scared of being rejected, something I would constantly struggle with. One year later another co-worker invited me to New Vision. She knew of my past and never judged me. She told me that the people at New Vision would welcome me with open arms. I saw the love, acceptance and forgiveness first hand, and I longed to be in that atmosphere. That is what got me to church, a sense of being accepted. Along the way I learned about God, his love for me, and his will for my life. I have been on fire for God ever sense. New Vision is a place that you can come with all your baggage, and there are people that will teach you how to lay it at his feet, and give your burdens to him. Knowing God will give you a freedom like no one or nothing else can give you. I invite you to come and check it out. This Sunday join me at at 6907 Outerloop. Service times are 9am and 11am. I hope to see you there.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Im stuck!

I have so much in my mind, and heart but I just can't get it all down on paper! I feel clogged up, in a good way.

Monday, February 9, 2009

We got Forked

We got Forked Saturday night. A few of our friends from church forked our house Saturday night, so we woke to the surprise Sunday morning. If you are like my mom, you might not know what forked means. You take white plastic forkes and stick them in the ground with the handle up. They were all over the yard.

Lesson learned: Laila and Trinidad are not good guard dogs.

I only have one word to say...revenge. lol

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


My Pepaw passed away on Sunday. He and my Memaw were staying in a hotel because they lost there power in the ice storm like so many of us. Saturday he had a hard time breathing and my Memaw called the ambulance. He died Sunday morning at the age of 91. He and my memaw were married for 64 Years. I was at church when my sister called to tell me. The first thing I told her was that I told him we would come down and go fishing with him, and we didn't. Then I started thinking of all the times I could have gone to visit, but something else came up. At that moment, I was filled with regret. Regret for not spending as much time with my family as I could. Regret is the hardest part of grieving.

Growing up, me and my sister, Jacqueline were close to my Memaw and Pepaw. We would spend summers at there house, playing in there wooded backyard going on adventures. My cousin Kristina was always there too. The three of us would have so much fun. My Pepaw had a workshop where he would make all sorts of things. I still have alittle rocking chair that he made for my dolls, it's in my office and I think of him every time I look at it. You could find him in one of three places. His workshop, in his Garden, or in his chair. My Pepaw loved to garden. He had a vegetable garden and fruit trees. Me, my sister, and cousin would sneak an extra plum every once and a while. They were so good. My pepaw always told us stories, he could tell me anything and I believed every word of it. At the funeral the Pastor said that he was told that my Pepaw had the incredible ability to read a book, listen to the radio and watch TV all at the same time. He also loved his chewing tobacco. My uncle Jack stuck some in his suit pocket at the funeral home. It put a smile on every one's face when they saw it, because they knew he always had it with him. We called him Pepaw, but alot of the family called him Pop. He was a tell you like it is kind of man. That is who he was. I will miss him very much. From all of this, it made me realize that I need to make more time to visit the people that matter to me before they are gone. This is what has been on my mind, thanks for reading it and spending a little slice out of your day to read about my pepaw. So if you can take anything away from reading this post today, make time for those who matter to you.