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It's Friday!

I am a weekend kind of gal. I am very thankful for my job, but begin looking forward to Friday on Sunday nights when I realize that once again, Monday is coming. I really don't like this about myself as it makes me feel like a "glass is half empty" type of personality and who wants to be that? A friend called today and prayed that God would reveal his loving kindness to me in a very special way this weekend. I value her prayer and will look forward to this blessing, but at the same time, I realize that His mercies are new every morning. I long to wake up on a Monday and be thrilled that it is Monday. So Lord, I am admitting in public that I am only half full when it comes to being thankful and rejoicing over each day. Change my heart and let me see the glass full to overflowing. amen.
and p.s.
God... Thankful it is Friday.

Looking ahead

while sitting stillish. ish, not ill, because it is hard to be totally still, but it is easier to be stillish.
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Today I am thankful for a wonderful group of women that I spend time with on Sunday mornings, talking and praying about our lives as women, sisters, moms, daughters. Together we represent about 6 or 7 countries and I am definately one of the most freckled in the room. Love them. Still can't communicate very well with some, but LONGING for the day we can sit and chat without the language barriers. I will say, there is something about women and communication. We just do it. Might not get everything, but even if we don't understand everything, we understand what is important: families and faith and hope. Thanks God.

Memory vs Reality

Ike did a number on one of my favorite childhood memories of staying at the Sandpiper Motel in Galveston Texas.
I wasn't sophisticated enough at the time to know the difference between Hotel and Motel, but i loved this place. Goodbye childhood memory, hello reality.

as a p.s., loved that Galveston is rebuilding and that families are still bringing their children to create their own great memories.

It's not about you

I haven't blogged because I couldn't. Really, I couldn't. I didn't have anything amusing or light or helpful or fascinating to say. I was so self consumed with my own thoughts and personal griefs, that I could barely talk to myself, let alone the three or four people who might read these words. I have been grieving my own life unlived while still grieving over my friends who went home earlier than expected. So I am putting my big girl panties on, calling on my friend and creator and asking Him to help me walk out intentional thankfulness. Come on life. let's get on with it. I am ready to be surprised by joy.

It's True

I do get obsessive about searching for things online. It could be a purse (as you will remember from last year) or a dog (oh wouldn't that be awesome???!!!) or as is going on now, a HOUSE HUNT. We are most likely selling our fun lakehouse (economy woes dictates this hard decision) and buying a house again in Dallas. I know that in the news, Dallas is one of the best places to buy as there is alot of inventory and great prices...but not in the categories I am searching for. I have good taste, what can I say? I have found that there are alot of people like me that do not want to live in a giant brick box (though we can find many of those at great prices) but want instead to live in a house that stirs the emotions because of the architecture, the age, the details and a neighborhood that evokes charm out the wazoo. I am girded for this search. I have on my reality glasses and my dreamer glasses. I have a budget and I have a dream. I asked God to prepare just the right place for us. Can't wait to see what this place looks like and have a strong feeling it might not be about my dream, but about location. So, while I wait...I search on.

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