I have had a hard time with jealousy lately. I mean, serious hard time. Yesterday I was even brought to tears by my jealousy. I tried to think of God and how he is a jealous God, but I couldn't quite bring my situation to a spiritual lesson.
You see, the thing I am jealous about is my son. Or maybe I should say, I am jealous for him. So maybe I could look at God's son and see how God was jealous of us not giving Jesus the respect that he deserved. Or even how (like the song says) God is jealous for me. Yeah, I like that. God is jealous for me the way I am jealous for my child. And I want everyone else to love my son like I do.
Micah is awesome! You should have seen his sweet face on the rides at Disneyland this week. He enjoyed it so much. I love it. He would get off Magic Mountain and say, "That was awesome!" It was all so much fun for him. His second favorite ride was Toad's Wild Ride. It is really a simple, no-nonsense ride, but he loved it. I wonder which face of mine that God enjoys? Could it be when I stop to smell the roses and smile.
Being here in California has been a bit rough at times for me. We have a new nephew (whom we all love). He is a year and a half. Well he is the center of the universe that use to be where Micah was. It hurts me to see all the attention on the little guy and for my dear, sweet son to be not so special. I know the family all loves Micah and yada yada yada, but come on, show him some special attention. Comments are made about how special the new guy is and I feel my momma's heart wanting to take my child away from it all. To shelter him from it.
I hope Micah knows how special he is to God. I know he knows that he is special to us, but more than that, I want Micah to know how insanely in love with him God is. To know that God is jealous for him. If Micah ever turns away from God that it will break His heart. When Micah chooses something else as more important than God, that it crushes Him.
And I want to know that God loves me like that too!
Friday, April 30, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Free Tickets
So here I sit, drinking my Dr. Pepper, freezing in Southern California. My fingers are numb. I have a sweatshirt on. Oh, how I wish I had gloves.
Last night we were at Tony and Linda's (aka dad and mom) small group Bible study. I had brought a bunch of shawls from India to sell here in America and have found that small groups like this is a great place to sell them. So I told the group that they were just $5.00 each and the money is being used to pay for our Disneyland trip next week. I have sold them before and people really seem to like them.
One of the ladies said that she was taking her grandson to Disneyland next week. She said that a lady that she works for gives her free tickets. As we continued with the Bible study she asked me, "How many tickets do you need?" I told her it was just us three. So she said, "I can get you tickets." So she made a phone call and sure enough, she got us tickets. So next Tuesday we are going to Disneyland.
I am so thankful for these tickets. We have been looking for discounts for weeks. It is just so expensive. $72. per adult and $62. for Micah. SO now I can use the shawl money to buy us some food inside Disneyland and maybe even a gift for Micah from the over-priced gift store. Oh, I also gave the lady free shawls.
She was blessed to be able to help us out and felt that it was totally God who was able to use her to be a blessing to us. We are blessed that God sees the small things in our life and gives good gifts.
Last night we were at Tony and Linda's (aka dad and mom) small group Bible study. I had brought a bunch of shawls from India to sell here in America and have found that small groups like this is a great place to sell them. So I told the group that they were just $5.00 each and the money is being used to pay for our Disneyland trip next week. I have sold them before and people really seem to like them.
One of the ladies said that she was taking her grandson to Disneyland next week. She said that a lady that she works for gives her free tickets. As we continued with the Bible study she asked me, "How many tickets do you need?" I told her it was just us three. So she said, "I can get you tickets." So she made a phone call and sure enough, she got us tickets. So next Tuesday we are going to Disneyland.
I am so thankful for these tickets. We have been looking for discounts for weeks. It is just so expensive. $72. per adult and $62. for Micah. SO now I can use the shawl money to buy us some food inside Disneyland and maybe even a gift for Micah from the over-priced gift store. Oh, I also gave the lady free shawls.
She was blessed to be able to help us out and felt that it was totally God who was able to use her to be a blessing to us. We are blessed that God sees the small things in our life and gives good gifts.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Pet Peeve
I was reminded of another of my many pet peeves while we were on the flight from LAX to Charlotte. I HATE it and it totally STRESSES me out when the plane is going through turbulence and they give the announcement to get in your seat, and then people get up to use the bathroom. Are they morons? Don't they know that we could drop a thousand feet and they will hit their head on the ceiling and die? And it always seems to be the old, feeble people who wobble to the bathroom, only then to be told by the flight attendant that they need to go back to their seat.
On this flight several people got up soon after the turbulence announcement and walked back to the toilet. We were in the last seat so we could hear the flight attendants telling them to go sit back down. People just kept getting up and coming. Finally they quit telling people to sit down and let them use it. It was still pretty bumpy but there was no stopping the people from coming. As each one came past us I couldn't help but mumble to Steve how stupid I thought they were. I would say things like, "Oh Grandma, sit down." or "These people are crazy!" I couldn't watch anymore.
I use to work for Delta and heard lots of stories about turbulence and injuries. I remember a lady died on one flight. I always wear my seat-belt now. And once, when I was in Africa, I got to ride in a small airplane that hit an air-pocket. We dropped several hundred feet in a second. The people in the back screamed. I actually felt safe in a small plane. But in a big plane I feel less in control. So my advice is to always wear the seat-belt and once you start hitting the bumps, stay in your seat.
On this flight several people got up soon after the turbulence announcement and walked back to the toilet. We were in the last seat so we could hear the flight attendants telling them to go sit back down. People just kept getting up and coming. Finally they quit telling people to sit down and let them use it. It was still pretty bumpy but there was no stopping the people from coming. As each one came past us I couldn't help but mumble to Steve how stupid I thought they were. I would say things like, "Oh Grandma, sit down." or "These people are crazy!" I couldn't watch anymore.
I use to work for Delta and heard lots of stories about turbulence and injuries. I remember a lady died on one flight. I always wear my seat-belt now. And once, when I was in Africa, I got to ride in a small airplane that hit an air-pocket. We dropped several hundred feet in a second. The people in the back screamed. I actually felt safe in a small plane. But in a big plane I feel less in control. So my advice is to always wear the seat-belt and once you start hitting the bumps, stay in your seat.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Party
Last night I went to Allison's (sis in-law) batchlorette party. It was at a mexican restaurant/bar. It was a very crowded place so we weren't able to get a big table all together. Allison and her girl friends were at one table and the old folks (me and others) were at our own table (feeling awkward).
Allison showed up at the place drunk already, from a bit too many drinks in the limo. I thought it would be embarrassing to be around your mother in-law to-be and your grandmother in-law to-be, but she didn't seem too worried about it. Allison wasn't a bad drunk really. She was a little loud, but not obnoxious.
I felt old. I had a new dress on, but I ended up looking like an old lady instead of a young thing. I had some nice shoes on too. But my purse, which looked fine at home, turned into an old lady purse. It was also cold out, so I had a shawl. I'm glad I had it but it just added to the old lady look.
I don't drink for two reasons. First, I am cheap. I don't want to waste money on expensive drinks. And second, I can't stand the taste of alcohol. I have tried to drink even a cooler, but the taste is just bad. I have an addictive nature so if I did like to drink I am sure I would need to really be careful. But I don't.
It is weird to hang out with the young girls who like the bar scene. Allison had to play silly games, like see if she could get a guy to buy her a drink. Or kiss a guy on the head. Or slap a guy's butt. To me, that isn't fun. I would much rather hang out with friends at a house, eating junk food, playing games, or watching a movie. Or how about just talking. I guess I am an old lady.
Allison showed up at the place drunk already, from a bit too many drinks in the limo. I thought it would be embarrassing to be around your mother in-law to-be and your grandmother in-law to-be, but she didn't seem too worried about it. Allison wasn't a bad drunk really. She was a little loud, but not obnoxious.
I felt old. I had a new dress on, but I ended up looking like an old lady instead of a young thing. I had some nice shoes on too. But my purse, which looked fine at home, turned into an old lady purse. It was also cold out, so I had a shawl. I'm glad I had it but it just added to the old lady look.
I don't drink for two reasons. First, I am cheap. I don't want to waste money on expensive drinks. And second, I can't stand the taste of alcohol. I have tried to drink even a cooler, but the taste is just bad. I have an addictive nature so if I did like to drink I am sure I would need to really be careful. But I don't.
It is weird to hang out with the young girls who like the bar scene. Allison had to play silly games, like see if she could get a guy to buy her a drink. Or kiss a guy on the head. Or slap a guy's butt. To me, that isn't fun. I would much rather hang out with friends at a house, eating junk food, playing games, or watching a movie. Or how about just talking. I guess I am an old lady.
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