A Peace That Surpasses Understanding

I am in a waiting period in my life. It's as simple as that, really. I am waiting to see where we are going to go with our jobs, where we are going to live, and where our family is headed in general. Are we going to add anyone to it, or will it be me, Olin, & Seth? Are we going to get a job where we will be home more often, or are we on the road for a reason for a while longer? See a theme here? I feel like the biggest part of my life I have spent it waiting. Waiting until I could get out of high school and move out. Waiting until I found "the one"...and spending unnecessary time with "others" until I did. Waiting for my family to be "normal"...at least in our sense of the word. I am seriously, and prayerfully, striving to live in the moment now. I want to enjoy what God has given me now instead of overlooking what I have in search for the next "thing"..whether that be a new place to live, a baby, or a new job. During this time, there is a song that has really spoken to me. I have heard it a million times on this cd, but really took notice of it yesterday and really listened to what it said. I promise I am not going to perpetually post song lyrics, but if you will just oblidge me.....

Nicole Nordeman
Gratitude

Send some rain, would You send some rain?
'Cause the earth is dry and needs to drink again
And the sun is high and we are sinking in the shade
Would You send a cloud, thunder long and loud?
Let the sky grow black and send some mercy down
Surely You can see that we are thirsty and afraid
But maybe not, not today
Maybe You'll provide in other ways
And if that's the case . . .

(Chorus)

We'll give thanks to You
With gratitude
For lessons learned in how to thirst for You
How to bless the very sun that warms our face
If You never send us rain

Daily bread, give us daily bread
Bless our bodies, keep our children fed
Fill our cups, then fill them up again tonight
Wrap us up and warm us through
Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs
Let us slumber safe from danger's view this time
Or maybe not, not today
Maybe You'll provide in other ways
And if that's the case . . .

(Chorus)

We'll give thanks to You
With gratitude
A lesson learned to hunger after You
That a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is overhead And if we never taste that bread

Oh, the differences that often are between
Everything we want and what we really need

So grant us peace, Jesus, grant us peace
Move our hearts to hear a single beat
Between alibis and enemies tonight
Or maybe not, not today
Peace might be another world away
And if that's the case . . .

(Chorus)

We'll give thanks to You
With gratitude
For lessons learned in how to trust in You
That we are blessed beyond what we could ever dream
In abundance or in need
And if You never grant us peace

But Jesus, would You please . . .

Domestic Diva or Disaster? You decide...

Just call me the "Domestic Diva". Or....Domestic Disaster. Whichever you decide fits. Ok....the story is....The other day, I decided to make chicken salad...on the truck. Now, this is no small feat in itself on a truck. I personally like to think it is something Martha would give her nod of approval to. I had drug everything out of the cooler, prepared the salad, toasted the bread, etc. We were also having tossed salad with our sandwich. I had taken a block of cheese and cubed it up to put in our salads. I had everything made, and had put everything away, in anticipation for my husband returning to the truck and making some small shout of glee over what his wife had done. I considered putting a little water and flour on my face, only there was no flour in my pantry in the truck. For obvious reasons. Ahem....So my husband gets in the truck and ya'll, he is nothing if not picky about his food. Just ask Sheyna. I immediately present him with his plate and sit back and wait for his comments of adoration and praise. Then he says....I think I want cheese on my sandwich. Well....that would be easy...in a normal kitchen. I had already hauled the 40 quart cooler back into it's resting spot and didn't want to drag everything back in the world back out. I look around the bed...and suddenly, like a burst of heavenly light..I spot it. The ziploc bag with the cubes of cheese in it for the salads. I had forgotten to put it away. I think the result would have simultaneously made MacGuyver (SP?) proud and Martha Stewart shreik. See for yourself and you be the judge. Diva or disaster?

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I am NOTHING, if not creative.
You are welcome.