Isn't it oh-so-human how tightly we cling to God when we're scared? I'm having some health issues (nothing serious, hopefully) and as always, trying not to think the worst. But I notice I'm praying more. . .often and longer. I'm like a kid wanting to remind her mama or daddy that she's still here and that she's afraid. So please just hold onto my hand and don't let go, okay? And thankfully, He does.

When I lay awake like I did last night, random thoughts flit through my head. Thoughts like "Where's my focus?" and "Where am I teaching my kids to put their focus?" Food? Health? Material things? Entertainment? Or God? I'm not thrilled with my answers. I want to be more like Christ. . .to think of others more and myself less. To put the Father's will before my own. I want to know Him and His word more and most of all, I want a stronger faith, so that when I pray I can do it with total assurance, without wavering.

I want to write these words on the doorposts of my heart and of the hearts of my children. . .Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness. Before fun. Before material desires. Before food and nice clothes. And all these things shall be added unto you.

Lord, You are more precious than silver. Lord, You are more costly than gold. Lord You are more beautiful than diamonds, and nothing I desire compares with You.
Amen!

Yard sale total - $350
Value of getting rid of all that stuff - Priceless

I'm inspired to keep going. By tomorrow night, I hope to have all of our front rooms gone through and everything we don't use, want, or love will be packed up for a July yard sale. Of course I also hope to have my synopsis done for my wip and some paperwork done for the business, so. . .hopefully I haven't overloaded my wagon with plans.

God has blessed up with a great school year and now I'm looking forward to a wonderful summer. The kids are able to help around the house so much more when there's not gobs of homework. Sharing the work makes us all able to have more free time. Yippee!!

My eyes are just too bleary to keep typing. Maybe I'll have an earth-shaking inspiration tomorrow and wander back over to record it for future generations. In the meantime, if you stop by, please sign the new guestbook, then scroll down to see the other entries under the form.

Love your neighbor as yourself. :) Goodnight