I know I've been neglectful of this blog lately. I'm just so busy, and frankly on some days I'm just frazzled. I've tried to think of something to talk about that won't ential me writing a small novel.
I’ve got nothing.
Zip.
Zero.
Nada.
At night, I'm either doing laundry, cooking supper, and working on things for my Connect Group, Children's Church Curriculum and Vacation Bible School stuff. Sometimes I like to take a break to and just chill. That, and get crafty. I have been making a lot of greeting cards lately. Maybe I'll post about that soon.
But alas, right now I have no stunning posts on any of these subjects. All the deep stuff isn’t for public consumption right now.
I did tell myself at the beginning of the year that I was going to follow through with this whole blog thing. So even though there's no "meat" in this post, it's still going up...Because I said I would!
What’s happening at your place this week?
Hi, my name is Marsha, but everyone in my family calls me Mush. The one constant thing in my life is my relationship with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. My life is great and is full of many ups and downs and crazy-fun times, here I will be sharing a little of each. Hope you enjoy my blog and stick around to see what's next.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
It's "Clyde Day" !!!!!
What?! YOU haven't heard of this day?! Today is the one year anniversary of when Clyde went to Tim's house "for just two days." I guess this requires a little back story for those of you that don't know the story. For those of you that know the story, scroll down for pictures!
A year ago on March 17th I was driving home late from Tim's house. We had watched some Redbox movie, so I was going to stop on the way home to drop it off. There are two places RIGHT next to my house. Anyone that knows me can testify to the fact that I'm a creature of habit. Every time I go to a certain restaurant I order the same thing. I only drink Diet Coke when I order my soda. I never change the way I do things. I always drive home the same exact way. This drives Tim crazy :P
However, this night for some reason my mind kept thinking of all the different ways to get home. Instead of taking my usual exit, I drove an extra 1.5 miles to another exit. I felt like such a rebel. {Yes, I know I'm lame.} As I'm driving down this snaky road I have to decide to take a left or go straight...I actually struggled with this decision...Oy vey! I finally made a last minute decision as the light approached. The car turned right. I was all over the place this night. I was out of control!
I quickly changed my mind again and turned immediately into the Walgreen's parking lot. That is where I found this little guy:
Say it with me, "AWWWWWW!"
How could I leave this sweet little scared puppy? I couldn't!!! He came right up to me, looking very timid and hungry. He had no collar on and he was emaciated. You could see all his little ribs. I gently approached him and pet him a little bit. He was very sweet, but cautious. I ran inside the store to ask if anyone knew anything about the dog, and they said he'd been hanging around and they'd be calling the pound to come get him.
BAM! HOOK LINE AND SINKER....This little guy is coming home with ME!
I called him over to me, picked him up and put him in my car. The next day we were driving to San Antonio to come see my grandparents and great grandma. I couldn't leave him at my house. I have three of my own dogs, and we didn't even know if this little guy was sick or not.
In the morning I was able to take a better look at him and saw that he was a purebred brindle Boxer. His tail was clipped and he was fixed. I thought that surely he would have a microchip. Some one obviously spent A LOT of money on him. I ran to my vet, they checked him a few times. No dice.
My neighbor has a Boxer that is his shadow. Max goes everywhere my neighbor goes. So I went three doors down and knocked on his door, told him the whole story and he decided to come take a look. By this time, the puppy and I were buddies, so when we came to the gate on the side of the house we were greeted with the "hula." That's how he wags his tail since he only has a nubbin. My neighbor fell in love. However, he too, had three dogs at home and couldn't take another one. But man did he want this little guy.
Ok, time to make some other arrangements that don't include the pound. I called the local Boxer rescues. They were all full and wanted me to leave him at the pound and if they had a spot open they'd come get him. I DON'T THINK SO!!!
Alright, I'm getting desperate. Last resort. I shoot Tim a text asking him if he knows anyone that may want a Boxer puppy. He actually texted me back asking for details about the little guy. YES! I immediately called him and practically begged him to watch the puppy at least for two days til I came home and would figure out what to do with him. {While secretly praying Tim would fall in love and keep him} Tim agreed to puppy sit for the weekend!!!
After I dropped off the little guy I ran back to my house to load up the car and leave. Before driving 2 miles from my house Tim called and while we were talking he said the dog's name was Clyde. SUCCESS!!!!
One year and 30 lbs later, this is Mr. Clyde Wiggle-Nubbin ***** (You don't really need his last name, do ya?):
He's such a nutty dog. He always wants to play and is always keeping us laughing. I love this dog and can't imagine not having a Boxer as a future pet. Here are some other pictures of Clyde:
Being nosy:
And that is the story of Mr. Clyde. The most wicked-awesome Boxer in the world!
Friday, March 11, 2011
You Don't HAVE to Like It, Just Eat It!
I NEVER wanted to finish what was on my plate as a child and would be forced to spend what felt like hours at the dinner table staring at my plate. Even if I liked what was on the table, I just didn't want to eat it all. The rule was, you had to, "clean your plate." I would sit there and just pray that it would *poof* disappear, but it never happened. Over and over again I would hear this: “You don’t have to like it, you just have to eat it.”
This is a basic principle I feel all children need to learn because they’re going to need it when they’re adults, and if they don’t learn it, they won’t really become adults.
Life is full of duties, and a duty is something we have to do whether we like it or not. Duty is something that one is expected or required to do by moral or legal obligation i.e., the respectful and obedient conduct due a parent, spouse, superior, elder, etc.
So, for example, a child is not required to like his beets, but he is required to eat it if that is what his parent told him to do. The parent is in a position of authority and sees what is good for the child regarding the nutrition of beets; the child, not appreciating this truth, complains, “I don’t like beets.” The parent in turn responds, “You don’t have to like it, you just have eat it.” When the child eats it he does his duty, obeying his parent. He also reaps the nutritional benefits. Perhaps, later, he will also come to like beets. For the record, IHATE do not enjoy beets.
A person who has learned to do their duty, and not simply to follow the impulses of their likes and dislikes, has not only learned to see beyond the moment, they have learned to trust God who has given authority to others over them. A person who cannot submit to others cannot submit to God. Like a child, their short-sighted desires dictate their behavior. Moreover, like spoiled and indulged children, these “grown-ups” are no fun to be around.
This is a basic principle I feel all children need to learn because they’re going to need it when they’re adults, and if they don’t learn it, they won’t really become adults.
Life is full of duties, and a duty is something we have to do whether we like it or not. Duty is something that one is expected or required to do by moral or legal obligation i.e., the respectful and obedient conduct due a parent, spouse, superior, elder, etc.
So, for example, a child is not required to like his beets, but he is required to eat it if that is what his parent told him to do. The parent is in a position of authority and sees what is good for the child regarding the nutrition of beets; the child, not appreciating this truth, complains, “I don’t like beets.” The parent in turn responds, “You don’t have to like it, you just have eat it.” When the child eats it he does his duty, obeying his parent. He also reaps the nutritional benefits. Perhaps, later, he will also come to like beets. For the record, I
A person who has learned to do their duty, and not simply to follow the impulses of their likes and dislikes, has not only learned to see beyond the moment, they have learned to trust God who has given authority to others over them. A person who cannot submit to others cannot submit to God. Like a child, their short-sighted desires dictate their behavior. Moreover, like spoiled and indulged children, these “grown-ups” are no fun to be around.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I am a Follower of Christ...
Here are five things that I've been thinking about that I believe we should work on if we are going to call ourselves Christ followers.
We Need To Learn To Listen Better
Talk Less. Keep your opinions silent. Everyone has an opinion, but it doesn't mean all opinions are meant to be spoken.
Don’t Label
Using terms to put people into boxes is generally offensive to people. We are all people, let’s stop making neat little categories for each other. It's stupid and pointless.
Don’t Be So Smart
No body loves a know it all. These people personally drive me nuts. Don’t pretend to have all the answers. If you are not sure, just say so. We have a saying around here “We don’t have all the answers, but we believe in a God who does."
Put Yourself In Other Peoples Shoes
People generally just want other people to understand what they have gone through. This allows for a better connection point.
Fight The Three Second Rule
Within 3 seconds people form their first impressions and don't give a fare chance to get to know the person who we are looking at.
We Need To Learn To Listen Better
Talk Less. Keep your opinions silent. Everyone has an opinion, but it doesn't mean all opinions are meant to be spoken.
Don’t Label
Using terms to put people into boxes is generally offensive to people. We are all people, let’s stop making neat little categories for each other. It's stupid and pointless.
Don’t Be So Smart
No body loves a know it all. These people personally drive me nuts. Don’t pretend to have all the answers. If you are not sure, just say so. We have a saying around here “We don’t have all the answers, but we believe in a God who does."
Put Yourself In Other Peoples Shoes
People generally just want other people to understand what they have gone through. This allows for a better connection point.
Fight The Three Second Rule
Within 3 seconds people form their first impressions and don't give a fare chance to get to know the person who we are looking at.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Next Right Thing
Panic. Stress. Mayhem. Confusion. Insecurity.
We've all been there. It's never our proudest moments in life, but they can turn into defining moments. I'm only 26 years old and I've already had my fair share of crisis'. There are many different kinds; a poor health diagnoses, a family emergency, getting pulled into sticky situations by your, "friends." The possibilities are endless.
The usual first reaction is shock, panic and a repeating question in your mind, "What am I going to do?!" Your mind scatters to a million different directions. When the happens to me, I always tend to try to jump from point A to point Z. Start to finish. Pronto. I want to get to the solution ASAP. Don't we all? The whole, 'let's just get it over with' mentality. This thought pattern leads to even more frustration because you can't just wiggle your nose and solve whatever is going on.
The way you react can show your character or lack thereof. Do you stay calm and collected, looking at all possible solutions before taking the next step? Or, do you get upset, allowing your mind and temper to take control? All of my life I've been the latter. I've never handled stressful situations well. My mother says I'm the queen of worrying and panic. But I've had a revelation lately. It's not about who can fix it first and get it over with the fastest...it's about how you respond.
Something I've learned to ask myself when these situations arise and my mind tries to race in 37 different directions is, "What is the right next thing to do?" You always have the choice to react a million different ways, but usually there is only one right way. I ask myself this question every step of the way. I pray about it each step. And it works!
I also try to keep in mind that at all times there is at least one person watching you. Noticing how you act and react. The language you use. It all affects your witness to them. And that's something I take very seriously, don't you?
We've all been there. It's never our proudest moments in life, but they can turn into defining moments. I'm only 26 years old and I've already had my fair share of crisis'. There are many different kinds; a poor health diagnoses, a family emergency, getting pulled into sticky situations by your, "friends." The possibilities are endless.
The usual first reaction is shock, panic and a repeating question in your mind, "What am I going to do?!" Your mind scatters to a million different directions. When the happens to me, I always tend to try to jump from point A to point Z. Start to finish. Pronto. I want to get to the solution ASAP. Don't we all? The whole, 'let's just get it over with' mentality. This thought pattern leads to even more frustration because you can't just wiggle your nose and solve whatever is going on.
The way you react can show your character or lack thereof. Do you stay calm and collected, looking at all possible solutions before taking the next step? Or, do you get upset, allowing your mind and temper to take control? All of my life I've been the latter. I've never handled stressful situations well. My mother says I'm the queen of worrying and panic. But I've had a revelation lately. It's not about who can fix it first and get it over with the fastest...it's about how you respond.
Something I've learned to ask myself when these situations arise and my mind tries to race in 37 different directions is, "What is the right next thing to do?" You always have the choice to react a million different ways, but usually there is only one right way. I ask myself this question every step of the way. I pray about it each step. And it works!
I also try to keep in mind that at all times there is at least one person watching you. Noticing how you act and react. The language you use. It all affects your witness to them. And that's something I take very seriously, don't you?
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