The church we are going to, bought new hymnals and we ordered 4 along with their order.  I was so thrilled because they were going to be only $10 for Trinity Hymnals.  Then the new ones came in and one of the Elders was getting them for me and I asked what they were doing with old ones.  He then said "you know if you want you can have 4 of those"  I said "great, I'll buy 4 of those."  Do you know what he did, he went through the old Trinities and picked out the 4 best and gave them to us for free.  We have wanted 4 Trinitys for a long time.  Thank you God. 

We had a great time at church today.  Worship was beautiful.  The sermon was about: are our minds on the things of Christ or on the things of the world.  I must say, I was convicted.  I have been dreaming about having another house this week, dreaming about having a baseball game to go to, dreaming about the future and hoping to have it soon.  What if God doesn't have another house for me?  Will I be grateful for the home God has for me?  Will I be grateful for where we are to live?  Will I be grateful, if God sees it fit to take everything I have?  The question all these questions bring to mind is:  Am I grateful for the blessing God has given me today?  I quickly say "of course" but then I remember all the hoping for more I've done.  Am I grateful?  Do I trust God?  That's the crux of the whole thing.  

Do I trust God?

Do you ever wake up and know exactly how your day is going to go?  Well I woke up today all geared up for creative writing, Algebra, bible and history.  I was ready for the day.  Then the day became reality!  Maxwell was still sick and I was tired from caring for him in the night.  I went in the bathroom and it needed sanitizing  a.k.a  a good cleaning.  Then after cleaning the bathroom....eureka.......I decided it was time to cut the dogs hair and shower them.  Let me tell you, I needed to recruit some hands.  The boys came in and helped .  Maxwell climbed in the tub, which was half filled, we were alll scrubbing our dirty Gracie.  I was leaning way in the tub scrubbing her feet and I said "we need to fill the bucket and then dump it......"  I didn't get to finish the "on her" before it became on her and me.  I'm a mom raising boys, yet I forget how boys do things, with GUSTO!  They also laugh with gusto when they whitewash mommy.  Crazy mom, crazy boys!  The whole time, Domino, our other dog sat outside the door crying.  I still don't know why he was crying because he went running for the hills as soon as we opened the door.  Silly dog!  We gave both dogs hair cuts and tubs.  Needless to say my day of academics became my day of cleaning.  Jacob did his work after.

We are all waiting for meatloaf for dinner, so I did get a bit more done.  Thank God for hamburger packages which you can get a few meals out of. 

I spent all morning blogging  but then went of to chat with a dear friend.  I lost my blog so I'll continue later.

  I'm sitting here dreaming of my morning cup of coffee.  What is it about the cup of coffee that makes everyday nifty?  I find myself dreaming of that first sip of coffee quite often at this time of night.  I even, some nights think of a great cigarette.  Can you tell me when a cigarette was ever good?  The first time you take a drag, your head spins and you feel like puking.  When was that ever good?  I know it wasn't but some nights I think of a good cup of coffee and a menthol cigarette.  You know its been over fifteen years since I had a cig but still it calls my name.  I'm so glad that Christ is my stregnth and I don't need nicotine, rat poisoning or whatever else is slipped into those cancer sticks

  Another thing I was thinking about is dieting.  I suppose their are only three occassions when you really  think about dieting...  of course the first being when you step on the scale at the doctors office and the doctor says "I seeeeeeeee!" .(when did the doctor become my judge and jury?)   The second occassion is, that family picture, where you are sure your flabby arms will look thinker than your neck.   The third and final occasion is a duel occassion, that being when you're just starting or ending a diet.  That is the occassion I find myself at.  I actually started dieting a few weeks back.  I have no update because I'm not to weigh myself for 8 weeks.  I find that to be one of the hardest things ever conceived of.  I love the joy of stepping on the scale and having it say  "good going Heather,  its all worth it.  You are a good person and you deserve better"  OK my scale is a bit wordy but I enjoy the affirmation.  The current eating plan I'm on, reboots your matabolism in 8 weeks and gradually reshapes your body.  That is quite a promise.  I will say the best part of this is my matabolism has gotten better because I'm taking less thyroid medicine and having plenty of energy.  I am happy, this diet has not been bad at all.  I suppose being stuck up in the mountains of Maine with not much to do, has helped.  I've spent much time reading, including all of my diet book and time doing art. 

     The last and most puzzling thing I've been pondering is how to be a good wife?  I know that will take a lifetime of pondering.  How is it done?  I watch and watch women with their husbands.  I'm happy to say that I have had many good examples in my life.  I have a friend who is older and she and her husband have a lovely relationship.  Her advice to me was priceless.  I think of it often.  Her husband's example to my husband has been equally as priceless, "he loves his wife as Christ loved the church".  It is a beautifully thing.                                               Their are a multitude of "how to have the perfect marriage" books.  I find them to be presumptious.  1st most of them assume you have reasonable partners on each side of the relationship.  The first thing I must say is, to be reasonable and teachable you must love Christ.  Thankfully God called Steve and I both.  Then the books assume you have similiar problems.  I have never met two marriages that are carbon copies of each other.  Yes similiar in some respects.  I've met many women strugling to be submissive but the definition is different for everyone (Steve says it is the same).  What I mean is, Sally May might see shutting her mouth as submissive and I might see having the kitchen cleaned as submissive.  The truth is submission is what God and your husband are calling you to do or be.  Some women have husbands who hand over all the responsibility.  What is true submission?  I suppose true submission is a matter of the heart.  It is similiar to circumcision of the heart.  Are you doing all that you can to obey God and trust that your husband has been put in a role of headship for your own good.?   I can not compare myself to others or other marriages to mine.  I'm just grateful and happy to have the man God gave me.

Well that is all I have the brain power to think of for today.  I'm trying to update again more often but I'm sad to say I think I'm going to a different blog spot.  I'll keep you up to date.

Pray Wednesday night because the first phone interview for a nice job is happening.

I need prayer.  I see the doctor tomorrow...today.  I'm very messed up energy wise.  I'm super tired.  I'm in bed by 6 every night then I wake for this time of day.  My meds worked for 3 weeks.  I hope it is my thyroid or something easy to fix.  I'm scared to be this tired again.

Steve still needs a job too.  His temporary is over and we need insurance. 

Maxwell broke a tooth this morning.  The good news is that tooth was a baby but a filling he had two months ago was done poorly and must be done again.

I'm too tired to type more....

Oh no I neeed to type.....

My mom had a disorder in her ear.  Her bone has an infection and that infection has deteriated the bone and she has to have surgery to remove the damage.  She is scared because the infection could be in her brain.  I'm scared too.  She does not love Jesus and I wish she did.  Her surgery is the 17th of June.

I'm going listen to the bible..............