Closer than a brother

Friday night we had our small group meetings in our church. The group I was blessed to be in was the group with my pastor and his wife along with 5 other wonderful people (several people were missing because of illness or work). The topic of discussion this month was "friends." We discussed what makes a good friend. How do you identify one? What are the characteristics of a good friend. We discussed several verses of scripture that help us to define what a friend truly is.
As a group we agreed that a friend is one that you can trust, one who helps you in time of need, someone who is loyal. A friend is someone who sees your problems as their problems. We talked about how as friends, your relationship can be great, but when trial or hardship comes, that not only tests to see who truly is your real friend, but it also takes those friendships to a new and deeper level. The trial enables your friendship to go to a new depth and have a new sweeetness that you would not have been able to have otherwise.
As we were discussing these things, that I felt I could relate to on such a real level right now...Mrs. Judy reminded us that it is the same way in our friendship with Jesus. Hardship and trial takes us to a new level of love, closeness, and sweetness with our Savior. It takes you to a depth in your friendship with Him that we wouldn't be able to have otherwise.
What a golden nugget of truth and comfort!!! It gives all those burdensome trials so much more sweetness when you think of them in this way.

Well...in the last 8 months I have (yes, 8 months, can you believe it?) I have seen who are my real friends. I have watched as God has used so many dear people in my life to be His care for me, or His provision for me. I have witnessed my friendships going to a depth that they have never known before. As I've walked through the fire these last months I have not been alone. My dear Savior has been by my side in the fire...yes, and my dear friends have stood near helping me each step of the way...wishing that I weren't in the fire...praying for the exit to be near.

Well this weekend, a few of my true friends showed their love for me (and ultimately for the Savior) by their actions and their willingness to serve me. My van started acting funny on Saturday. It was shaking in the most embarrassing way. Every time I came idle, the van would shimmy. There wasn't much I could do until Monday, and I had no other mode of transportation...so I kept trucking along all weekend. Sunday night, when I was about 1/2 a mile from home my van died. AHHH!! One of my worst fears made reality. I'm single. I am alone. Who do I call? How can they help? They have their own families, their own car issues, their own plans, they live so far away...etc. Thank God I was able to get the van started again and get the kids and me home.

When I got home I got a phone call from my friend Ann. Ann was going to watch my kids the next morning because my dear Sarah (Ann's sister) was going to be in Mexico and couldn't watch the kids as usual. She called to talk about the plan and I ended up telling her about my van and I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it to work th next day. After we hung up the phone, she called back a few minutes later. She and her husband had been taking my problem and trying to figure out a solution. They weren't offering suggestions. They were telling me the plan of how we were going to resolve this issue right then... together.

You're not going to believe what happened. Ann's husband, Nathan WALKED to my house (because by this point all of the kids were sleeping). He drove my van to the shop and dropped it off. Then, he WALKED home!!! All so I wouldn't have to wake my sleeping children. Then, I called my dear friend Julie. I knew her husband had just flown out of town on work that day and I wondered if I could use his truck for work the next day. She told me that not only could I use it, but she and her mom were still out and about (unusually late) and would bring the truck to me. They brought it to me at 11:00 that night with all smiles, acting as if it were nothing to have all three of her children out at this time. It was something!

I have friends that today when they found out what had happened they were so sad that I didn't call them to help me. They were truly sad that they weren't able to sacrifice their own time and vehicle to serve me. What friends!! Do you see what I mean? God has not only surrounded me with people during this time that love HIM, but because of that love, they love and serve others. I thank Him for giving me such friends during this season. I could have written 100 blog postings almost just like this over the last 8 months or so about how my friends have served and loved me. And after evaluating the definition of a true friend, I am so thankful that God has surrounded me with genuine kind. Friends that serve, friends that help you, that are loyal, that consider your problems as their own. And if my earthly friends love and care for me in this way, how much more does Jesus love me? He loved me so much that He laid down His very life for me...while I was his enemy.

So my prayer is that not only will my earthly friendships grow to new depths and sweetness of communion through this season and others, but that my friendship with my dear Jesus will do so even more. Would I choose hardship and trial to bring about good things? No. I wish I were that holy, but I am not. I would never choose pain for myself, but the Father knows what is best for His children. He will do what is best for me. And being near to Him in sweet communion is definitely best for me.

So, the Senior Director of the Dallas Symphony gave me a call

Yeah, I finally called the symphony today and reported my stalker friend. The woman who I talked to was freaking out. She transferred me to the Senior Director of the Dallas Symphony. I left a message and she returned my call tonight. She was SO concerned about what I told her. She said that the minute she hung up the phone she would start the process of getting to the bottom of this. She assured me that she would call back and tell me what was done.
So, I'll let ya know!! HAHA!

Lightning has struck!

Well, this week was the beginning of "The Lightning's" second season together on the soccer field. Benjamin was so very excited to gear up in his uniform, shin guards and turf shoes. Their first game (really their second. We missed the first game because we were in Houston. We're pretending that we didn't miss a thing!) was Tuesday night. What fun!! Our team whooped up on the other little team!! hehe! Yeah, I know they don't keep score, but who can help it? Benjamin scored two goals on his own and so we got to see his "over-the-top," spastic victory dance that we love oh so much!!! I missed one of them because Cait had a potty emergency!
Chris took pictures, but not very many of them turned out because it was so dark. So anyhow, here's a little overview through pictures....


B getting his game face on!!!


The fearsome "Lightning" enjoying a half-time snack. Wouldn't you be scared to come face-to-face with these guys on th soccer field???
SO cute!!! There's Coach Jeff giving them the pep talk for the second half of the game.


SCORE!!!! GOAL!!! By none other than Benjamin Daniel Perkinson! WHOO HOO!
Following this came the victory dance....

Good Boys Do Fine Always

You will be so proud of me (at least Kathryn will)! Today was my first piano lesson! YAY! Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I thought you were a MUSIC TEACHER? Well, I am...but I never learned to play the piano, really. I can read music and all, but never learned to play the piano. If you doubt me, just ask Nina and Leah Cook, to whom I give voice lessons. They will set you straight on any misconceptions you have about how truly awful I am on the piano. Poor girls! But hey! I'm not giving piano lessons, I'm giving voice lessons!!

Anyhow, I was thinking about it one day. I work for the Rockwall School of Music. I am already there on Tuesdays when I have no children. Why couldn't I start to take lessons and fix this major handicap that I've always felt like I've had. So, 2 weeks ago I went into the office after teaching my class and just asked if they had any spots. He asked when I wanted my lesson. So I told him that Tuesdays at 12:30 were the perfect, and maybe only option for me. He frowned and said that they were booked solid that day. However, one week later I got a call and a person that took at 12:30 on Tuesdays dropped her lessons... out of the clear blue with no warning. YAY! So, I got the spot and here I am.

My first lesson was super easy with just one hand at a time playing basic notes. I didn't realize how rusty I was in the bass clef. WOW! I stink! So, my homework is to practice my left hand even more than my right and try to pound into my head the notes of that staff. Remember? Good Boys Do Fine Always. GBDFA for the bass clef. I'm hoping it will all come back to me super fast. I am a musician, right? Or so they say...

At the end of the desert...the Promised Land

No, my desert walk is not over. Actually, I can still see Egypt behind me quite clearly, so I know I have a long way to go yet. God is so good though. His mercies are new every morning. Something I have been learning over the last year is the fact that God doesn't give me grace for tomorrow, today. He only gives me grace for today. For this moment...for the cup He has given me to drink...now. If I think of tomorrow and I get worried or start to feel that anxious flutter I try to remember that I don't have grace for the maybes or "what-ifs" that are in the future. I only have grace enough for today. He wants me to persevere and He will do it in me as He promises, but only one day at a time as my limited sight can see it.

This weekend I was in Houston visiting family among other things. Thursday we went to see my granny. Friday we went to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Saturday we had a wedding, in which I sang and then Eli's cowboy birthday party that night. Sunday morning we went to Grace Family Baptist Church in Spring, Texas. Voddie Baucham is their pastor and he preached that morning. I have heard Voddie preach many times in past years and now it's odd that my parents are visiting his church (the reason for my parents leaving their church of the last 20 years is a very long story and one I won't go into here). Anyway, all of this detail to say that he preached a great sermon and Joshua chapter 6 was part of the theme. We read the whole chapter together and I was so struck by the theme of the chapter. God is giving Joshua instructions before they are about to go into Canaan (the promised land) to fight for the land God has given them. God tells Joshua over and over and over again "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid." How could they be afraid? God TOLD them that He would give them favor. He told them that He would hand the land over to them. All they had to do was follow exactly what God instructed them to do.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid." I started thinking about how relieved they must have been to know that they were at the end of their season of living in the desert. They were witnessing what God had promised them all along. He did what He said He would do. Did they ever dream it would take 40 years? Probably not! Did they think that things would happen in the way that they did? I'm sure they didn't. But that is not the point. The point is...God did exactly what He said He would do. He always keeps His promises. He is faithful. That is the theme of the story. That is the theme of our lives. We have no idea how God is working or when or with who sometimes, but we do know that He is good. He is faithful. His promises are as good as written in stone because they will come to pass.

So what does all this mean for us? As I was thinking about my present journey in light of this story I felt so encouraged. I don't know what the promised land looks like. I don't know how long it will take to get there. I don't know if there will be an "earthly" promised land or if I will have to wait for the ultimate...heaven itself. Either way, He will give me the grace to bear each day, each trial. He will help me take one more step in that dreaded sand and help me swallow one more day's helping of manna. He will help my heart be grateful for His blessings, for His provision and for saving me out of Egypt and from my rotten flesh.

He has ALWAYS been faithful. Always. He will continue to be. He IS all He says He IS. That is the theme. So... "Be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid!"

Happy Birthday Elijah Bryce!
I can't believe you are two years old today!!! We LOVE you baby boy!!!

Love,
Auntie, Benjamin and Cait


Happy Birthday Danielle!
My dear sweet, long-time friend! I hope your day is one filled with peace, joy and thankfulness for all that God has given you. You are still in my prayers! I love you!!!

He called me...AGAIN!!!!

Remember my symphony stalker? Yeah, well, you're not gonna believe this. This time it's not so much scary and comical. I got home last night and one of the messages on my voice mail was from Dwain, or Doug, or whatever his name is from the Dallas Symphony. He was going over his "list" and noticed there was a star by my name. He couldn't remember me or how we knew each other, but he assured me that the star by my name on his "list" meant I made a very big impression on him! He asked me to call or text him and gave his cell phone number. Then he ended the call by saying, "Sorry I can't exactly remember who you are, but I assure you that the star by your name probably means that I thought you were very attractive."

Okay, who is this person and what is this "list" that he has? He must have a thing for voices because the guy has never seen me and probably most of the girls on his Dallas Symphony calling list. Yet, he must think that I would be greatly flattered by the star he graciously placed by my name!!!! I have a star people!! Whoo Hoo!!

So NOW do I report him? I'm thinking so, since he can't even remember who I am and he was just working his way down the "list" trying to find some pathetic girl that was desperate enough to talk to him.

A note to Dwain, or Don, or whatever your name is...not interested! Not desperate! STOP calling me!!!!! Think he reads my blog? Probably not. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to look forward to the next time he works his way down his "list" and gives me a call so I can tell him myself!!

Quote of the day

"Mom, if God never sleeps, and God never slumbers...then does that mean that He never has crazy hair?"
-Benjamin Perkinson

A Jelly Good Time!

Monday night a few of the girls got together to learn how to make homemade jelly. Our friend Amy agreed to help us seeing as how she had done it before. We all gathered at the church and brought the fruit we wanted to turn into jelly. Julie and I brought strawberry, Jenni brought peach, Amy brought mango and Kathryn brought a little bit of everything including raspberries. Here we are cutting, mashing, cooking and adding more sugar than you want to know (let's just say it's about accurate to say that for every cup of fruit there is 2 cups of sugar or more!!!!).

Jenni helping me with my strawberries. We both had enough fruit left over to combine ours and make a batch of strawberry peach jelly! MMMmmmm!


Julie, Amy and Kat way in the back cooking her Sure-jel


Amy making her mango jelly.


We celebrated a birthday while we were there too! Kat's birthday is today! Happy birthday friend! How many birthdays have we celebrated together, girl? Like 10 or 11, huh? Either we've known each other a long time or we're getting old.

Here's the finished product. Look at all that jelly!! If you need some yummy jelly then you know who to go see.
We had such a fun time together! This picture took forever to take because we were laughing so hard that we had to keep taking it over and over. We finally got it! Thanks girls for such a fun memory!!! I think we started a tradition!!

The Cure for Self-Pity

I posted a while back a quote by Piper on self-pity. I am not struggling with self-pity these days in a big way, but it got me to thinking about how I might be in little ways. You know, as moms we are inconvenienced, interrupted all day long. If we have a "poor me" attitude, which is so very selfish, then we could get a little agitated! We can start to feel a little self-pity. This all sounds so terrible, but please moms, you have to relate to what I'm saying, right?? I can't be the only one that struggles with MY time, MY phone call, or MY chores, even though it might be something for my kids, like preparing their lunch! My friend Jenni calls motherhood the "mission of interruptions!" So true I think. As mommies who work hard all day, everyday caring for our little blessings and the home we might be tempted to feel sorry for ourselves sometimes. My friend Jennifer wrote a post a while back on her blog about "Putting on Thankfulness." I realized as I read the post that the cure for self-pity, the cure for grumpiness or a bad attitude is thankfulness! She was right! It truly is!
So, to step back and take a look at the gifts of God to us...are you saved? Are you a believer in the Lord Jesus? If you are, then right there you have more blessing, more than you could EVER hope to be blessed with by our Holy God! We are deserving of nothing! Nothing except for death. Absolutely nothing because of our sin, BUT because He is such a GREAT God, because He is so loving, so full of grace, He has loved us while we were still in our sin. He took us from death to life! Do you think you had a part in that? Do you think you were wise in choosing Him? Do you think you did your part? If so, I beg you to reconsider. While in our sin, we loved the darkness and hated the light. There was nothing in us that could ever want a holy God except for the faith that He gifted to us to be able to believe!!! Even the faith to look to Him is His gift to us.
When we consider this free gift, this amazing, unfathomable gift of salvation, doesn't it sort of make the trials, the inconveniences pale in its light? Are you thankful for your salvation? Have you thanked the Lord lately for saving you and having mercy on your soul...a sinner who deserves death? I am thankful today and looking forward to heaven. I still have the same trials and burdens that I bore yesterday, yes, but He promises us even more blessings friends on top of our salvation! He promises us wisdom, faith, joy, satisfaction, love, patience, kindness, faithfulness and even peace in the midst of all of this stuff life throws at us. "I will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Me because He trusts in me." Isaiah 26:3. If we are abiding in Him, if we are fixed on Him, if we are stayed on Him, He will bless us through His Spirit in unbelievable ways. He delights in doing that.

What are you thankful for today? Are you thankful for His love, His forgiveness, His peace, His provision? Are you thankful for the gift of God himself? His presence, His Father heart toward us, His Son, His Spirit? Let's "put on thankfulness" together today and thank God for the greatest gift He could possibly give us...His only Son in exchange for our wretched soul.

Request for Prayer

I do not want to be brave. I do not want to make the decisions that are ahead of me. I do not want to be the one responsible for providing for my family. I do not want this burden.
But... God has given it me and He has made a way for me and my kids to not starve this summer. I know His plan is good and it is set in place. Practically speaking though, I just have to find some way to make money this summer and figure out what to do with my kids during that time. I know that I will be teaching Kindermusik camps, 3 in all are scheduled (this means 3 weeks). Then I will have voice lessons to teach and a few days at Blue Ivy for summer music camps. But I'll do the math for you...it's not going to be enough!! I am a hard worker and I'm willing, I just don't think it's a great plan to go down to the mall and apply at my local Dillard's for a summer job. I don't think it's a good use of my time away from my kids...especially when childcare would cost more than I would make in my paycheck. I am praying about this and I was hoping that you would be praying with me too.

Then there is the fall...*big sigh*
I really thought everything was worked out for the fall...but now I'm sure any more. It's truly a bummer. Blue Ivy has guaranteed me 3 days of work next year with the possibility of adding a fourth day. I will also have Kindermusik one day a week, so right there I have a big hunk of my schedule full. Bummer is, I need all five days to be full!! So, do I stick with Blue Ivy in hopes that They will ad to my schedule, or do I stay at Children's Park and try to find a different school? And, B is starting Kindergarten next year. Of course I want to homeschool, but he might as well go to a Kindergarten if I am there already at a school that offers Kindergarten. It would also relieve me of the pressure of having to come home in the afternoon and teach him. I keep thinking that this coming year will be sort of an "in-between year" where I will be in between what I'm doing now and what I will be doing long term. Long term will probably mean that I will teach at a private or public school full time when B is in first grade and Cait is in Kindergarten. Then I feel like I could pick a place and stay indefinitely. The sound of that is very sad to me. Indefinitely. Indefinitely single. Indefinitely NOT homeschooling. Indefinitely a working mom. Yuck.

So to give you the bullets for my requests for prayer (this will suite Jenni best)

• A job for the summer that would allow me to be away from my children as little as possible.
• If I do have to be away from them, that God would provide someone to care for them. My amazing babysitter Sarah is moving to Mexico with her husband for mission work. How dare her, right? So, provide a sitter or God give me a job where my kids can go with me.
• The fall... wisdom for me to know whether to stay at Blue Ivy or find a different school to teach at, in the place of Blue Ivy.
• Kindergarten for Benjamin. Do I try to pay for private out my tiny salary, do I send him to public (last and most horrible resort) or do I put him in no program and try to school him at home in the afternoons or weekends.

Thank you for those of you who I know will pray. I have thought and prayed and thought some more about this and it is all jumbled up in my head. I can't seem to think clearly about summer or the fall. Maybe God has done that intentionally so that I can be available for something else completely different that is coming along! Thanks for your prayers!

Love Letter to a Friend

Back in August, during the darkest hour of my life thus far, a dear, sweet friend sent me a letter of love, encouragement and hope. Now dear friend, you are facing your own dark hour... again. Though our valleys look very different, they are one in the same really, aren't they? They are both a dark walk through a place we did not want to go. They are both full of tears, pain and sadness, but not with out hope. They are humbling and bring us to a place where we are so very needy that we know without a doubt that we could not walk another step without His all-sufficient grace. No self-sufficient thoughts in the valley! I know without a doubt that God will be more real and more near to you during this walk than most other times in your life as He has been to me.

You have been such an example to me of faithfulness and godliness. You are one of the best moms I have ever known! Your walk with the Lord is so inspiring to all who know you. Thank you for your faith during this season. What amazing fruit of the Spirit is being born in you right now. Praise the Lord for His work in you!

I'm so, so very sorry for what happened. I'm sad, but not without hope or trust that God is good. He is always good and His plan is good. Sometimes His plan is not what we would have chosen, but He knows so much better than we can know. I know you believe this and I know you are trusting in Him right now.

Know that my love, my prayers and my tears are for you right now.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!

I read something on the world-wide web last night that was ...well disturbing. Or should I say, it had the potential to be utterly devastating to me. But instead of being sad or depressed, I found that I wasn't really shaken at all. I had this strange sense of separation from the whole thing. I didn't realize it until this morning when I thought of a conversation I had with a friend concerning this very thing. And the thought came to me...this is healing. Am I healed? No. But I'm catching a glimpse of real healing. I wasn't heart-broken. I wasn't destroyed or even sad.

Today has been good after I made this little realization. Will I ever move past this season of constant pain and ripping? Yes, I will. I already am. God is working in me. He's changing me, He's caring for me and healing me. There is no greater comfort than knowing that the God of the universe loves you and is binding up your wounds. There is no other comfort in all of the world than that right there.

Dr. Suess and the Beast

Friday was a fun-filled day for my little family! At Blue Ivy we celebrated Dr. Seuss's birthday. Everyone dresses as their favorite Seuss character and then they made hats as a class and had a parade. It was a ton of fun!! Benjamin's class dressed as Thing 1-15 from "The Cat and the Hat" book. Benjamin was Thing 9. Funny! Cait wanted to go as her her favorite Seuss character from her favorite book ever...Cindy Lou Who from "The Grinch Stole Christmas." She was a pretty little Cindy Lou Who with a big bow on her head!
Here's some pics from the parade...

Cait in her "Cat in the Hat" hat


Here's "Thing #9" with his crazy blue hair! Notice Thing 10 and 11 are right behind him!

Friday afternoon we raced home from school, had a super quick lunch, put on our best duds and raced out the door. Keith, one of the owners of the School of Music where I work, was playing in a production of "Beauty and the Beast." He plays trombone professionally as well as owns the company that places all these professional musicians for performances like this. He got me 3 free tickets for the Friday matinée to see "Beauty and the Beast." We were SO excited!! We read books to prepare for our outing..."Beauty and the Beast" and"Zin, Zin, Zin, A Violin" (about the different instruments in the orchestra). Here is a picture of the kids right before we went in the music hall. Aren't they adorable???


The performance was great!! I was so impressed! The musical was enough to have my kids talking for weeks, but to top it all off...guess who was waiting in the foyer greeting the guests after the show??? You guessed it! None other than Belle herself!! Here is Cait meeting Belle in awe.




The young man who played the part of Gaston came out afterwards in his street clothes. He approached us and reached his hand out to shake hands with Benjamin. Benjamin looked terrified and buried his head in my stomach and bawled! He was so scared of him! It was sad. Cait shook his hand though. She wasn't afraid. To top the night off, we got invited to go to dinner with a few of the musicians from the orchestra. That was great fun! All in all, an amazingly fun Friday!

Thoughts for Today

"Self-pity is the response of pride to suffering."
Ouch!

"Self-pity sounds self-sacrificing. The reason self-pity does not look like pride is that it appears to be needy. But the need arises from a wounded ego, and the desire of the self-pitying is not really for others to see them as helpless, but as the hero. The need self-pity feels does not come from a sense of unworthiness, but from a sense of unrecognized worthiness. It is the response of unapplauded pride." ~ John Piper

Would you do me a favor?? If I use this blog as a platform for self-pity in the future, please confront me on that! I don't want to have a secret root of sinful pride in my life. I already have obvious prideful sin to deal with!! Please don't tell me if you think I have NOT been self-pitying or prideful in the past, because that would only tempt me to be prideful about my lack of sin in that area...but I know my heart and I know there is sin! WOW! Sin can so easily entagle us, can't it? Only by the grace of God can we be sanctified!

"We Are A Soccer Team"

Benjamin got a really fun book for his birthday from his friends Jonathan and Abby. It is an easy-reader about kids on a soccer team. Perfect for B, right? He really likes the book. After reading it a few times though he decided that the book bothered him. I asked him why and he said it bothered him because the blue team won in the book and he wanted the red team to win. So, I told him to write his own book about the soccer team where the red team won. Here's what he drew. I didn't even know he was working on it, so he had no help, but he did a great job, I think!


This says, "We are a soccer team"


"We wun!" Happy red team and sad blue team. Wouldn't you guess, red is his favorite color!
I LOVE being a mom!!!

In Memory Of...

Well, this has been kind of sad month as far as pets go. My parents' beloved dog, Lady disappeared just a few weeks ago. She was very old and my parents knew the time was coming when they one day would find her laying lifeless. But one night a few weeks ago, when there was a bad storm (she has always been afraid of storms) she ran away. She's done this before and my parents have always found her, but not this time. It's been weeks and no Lady.
See, Lady was the welcoming committee at my parent's house. When you drove up she would stagger over to your car and wag her little stub of a tail. She was sweet, and loving, and the most obedient dog I have ever know. She was a herding dog. You know, she would nip at the heels of animals to round them up or get them going. She never did that to us though. One of my fondest memories of Lady was when she used to chase squirrels around the yard (she saw them as intruders). She would hop behind them for some reason. It was funny to watch. You know, Lady was such a part of "home" for me. It is sad to think she won't be around next time we visit.


It's so sad! We'll miss that sweet girl!

So my mom calls yesterday morning and says she has some bad news. We've had a lot of bad news in our family over the last 6 months. We've had a divorce, a scary hospital stay for my pregnant sister (or two), both grandmothers have fallen and broken major bones, followed by surgery, my parents are leaving their church of 20 years because the deacons there have decided they are the elders rather than the servants and are playing dirty!
Well, Hershey, my parents' horse died the night before. What is it with their pets? Do you know how sad that is??? Benjamin rode the horse since he was a little bitty guy still in diapers (or sat on him rather in great fear). He's dead!! I felt so sick when she told me the news. (If you're a man, don't read this next sentence) Maybe it was because I have PMS, but I cried. Sad news. Then I had to tell my kids. Fun.





Hershey was a good old horse. And...we'll miss her too. "Home" is changing a lot. No more "church home" to visit when I go back to Tomball. No more horse riding, no more welcoming committee (just wonderful mom and dad, of course!). I hate change. Do you? I don't like it...or maybe it's just that I don't like TOO much change at once.
Never the less, God is Good and Faithful and I need to not pout (okay to be sad, sure) about the change in my life. Change is good. Right?