Give me assurance

And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that He existsand that He rewards those who seek Him.

-Heb. 11:6

In all that I have, may I live a life full of assurance and gratitude to the one who not only gives me my life, but redeems it.

A wedding

Heather's mum got married to day to her dreamboat, Denny. It was a nice day and the service was good. Heather did a wonderful job singing and the girls could've been a lot worse.
A couple highlights... Claire trying to push up Aunt Jill's and Heather's dresses in front of the congregation. Claire taking pictures during the ceremon. Claire trying to mount my back yelling "Come on Horsey! Get up Horsey!" while I try to stop Lily from crawling onto the stage... oh, yeah, it was a beautiful ceremony.
In all seriousness, it was nice. The church was a small Lutheran church in Middletown and it was quaint and quite nice inside. The accoustics were perfect. The look onD awn's face when she came down the aisle just said so much. She was so happy.

Everytime I go to a wedding, my mind automatically goes to the wedding of Christ at the end of days. The spotless one receiving those He has redeemed, dressed in white. All of heaven standing and watching as the culmination of the ages takes place. What a thought! All of this over and the Lord is seen as He truly is!

We then went on the Pride of the Susquehanna for the reception. We had a really good time. I hope that They're enjoying the honeymoon.

We are still infested, and we warned everyone today about it. It's very embarrassing to say, "Hey becareful of me and my kids, you may go home with a small gift." . But we're washing and scrubbing, and washing and vaccuming. I had to cancel Heather's surprise birthday party on fridya because there is no guarantee that we can be perfectly clear for everyone to hang out here with us.

INfested

So we have been infested. We are now washing everything and everything's uncle in hot water hoping to kill these blasted bugs, given to us by friends. So we wash and scrub our hair, adn the treatment is not cheap. And since I found out the possibility that we may have them, I have felt all itchy on my scalp.

I was already having a bad enough day, this was not the icing on the cake, more like the infection in the stab wound...

Arrrrrrr is ok today

Today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Need I say anymore?

Jonah, where's that boat goin'?

The reluctant servant of God is a servant of God none-the-less. When faced with the oppurtunity to be to speak life into someone else's life, I hope that I always choose the horrors of Ninevah over and against the safety to Jerusalem. God does not mean for us to be safe, but he is sovreign. And what is so safe in Jerusalem that He did not provide and can not take it away?

Ship set with eager sails

I'm running with the hope and happy thought that maybe I just need to start at the beginning. By going backwards, can I claim that I am losing ground? Should I care that others look at me with sense of "he should have known better"?
But how canI be a great example and a good service to my Lord without making amends and trying to be better the next time around? I want to be better. I want to do good. I long to want God more than I do, because I am complacent and happy with my clouded mind until I try to get a good look at my Lord.

"One thing I ask, that I would seek..." Ps 27

How I want to only want one all-encompassing thing from God. But I find my sheet is full and I am scribbling in the margins and borders.

Too much info....

Tonight, I shared a bit more than I wanted to ever share in a smaller group set up. And I keep thinking, maybe its a good thing, being that vulnerable. But vulnerability is not the word. Its not that I'm afraid of any repurcussions, but I shared a part of my story that I never share... its a part of my story that I only tell if you're that close. I usually just hint at it, or paint dark shadows as to confuse others as to just what I'm talking about. But I was kinda forced into a corner, and felt that I needed to share in order to stop them from asking.

I shared out of fear, not of a need. And I think thats the worst.