Save Toby!!!

Ok, I'm not sure if I should be repulsed or amused by this. One things for sure, the guy behind it is a shrewd entrepreneur!

Positive thoughts, anyone?

Alrighty, I'm back. I've been spending all of my allotted blogging time keeping up with the debate about homosexuality that's been going on at John's blog. It's not really surprising why our society is on a downward spiral. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, no?

I promised to flesh out my thoughts about positive thinking awhile back. Believe it or not, knowing that I haven't done it yet has been burdening me. Enslaved to my own blog. ACK! :) So here goes. I *do* believe that what we allow ourselves to think upon and the words we let out of our mouths have a big impact on our character; who we become. Pro 23:7a . For as he thinketh in his heart, so [is] he... Pro 4:23 Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it [are] the issues of life. If we are continually murmuring on the inside, it won't be long before we'll spew it forth out of our mouths and make manifest what unthankful, discontent people we are. Likewise, if we're prone to worry and don't check ourselves, we will become depressed and begin to self-destruct spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

On the other hand, if we consciously focus on all of the good gifts we've been given by the Lord, it's very hard to grumble. If we meditate on God's promises until they are hidden in our hearts and sing God's praises with our lips, how can we help but be positive people? Notice I didn't say "believe in yourself" or "dig deep within and find the hidden strength and joy that you didn't know you had"! True happiness can only be found in Christ. What I'm advocating is merely cheerful(although I grant that it's easier said than done) obedience when God says, "rejoice everymore" and "in everything give thanks", and the clinging to His promises in faith.

1Pe 3:10
For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile:

There are many more aspects that I've been pondering, but Joshy has just konked out in my arms, so I'd best put him to bed and get back to work.

Please hit me with any thoughts you have on this subject!

Blogs, blogs, and more blogs!

I had a rather relaxing evening tonight. I had planned to do more with myself, but Joshy crashed early so I sat down at the laptop for a 5 minute break (ha!) and that was the end of it. Whoosh! Hours. Gone. I played connect the blogs and ran the emotional gauntlet. Some were funny, some thought-provoking, and some gave me a sick feeling; a desperate desire to reach out and rescue. It seems that the cool thing for today's young people is to be as depressed and suicidal as possible. There's no such thing as a "freak" anymore unless you're the kid who is respectful to your parents and pretty clean cut. Being as outrageous as possible in looks and action is the new normal. Homosexuality is embraced--bisexuality is hot! There's so much emptiness and searching. God help us to shine some light and make our feeble attempts to minister effectual!
I'm still a bit stiff at expressing myself this way. I sit down to type and my self-consciousness freezes my brain. I aspire to boldly blog like Amy or Cheryl, with the same clarity of thought and engaging wit. Maybe one day. In the meantime, check out Ben and John's blogs too. Edifying thoughts abound. :)

So much for that!

I tried to paste in some html from a quiz I took but it doesn't seem to have worked. No biggy. I also found out that I am both linguistically and artistically intelligent. Have any of you other quiz-takers been given two, or has there been a glitch?

I'm up late again. My body would really love to go to bed, but I've commited myself to trimming S's hair and so I wait. She's got nice wavy hair which would be a nightmare to trim dry, so she's going to give it a wash. I really enjoy cutting hair. I wish I were more skilled in that area. I could use a few guinea pigs to practice on. Any volunteers? :)

I was going to share my thoughts on the subject I mentioned a couple of days ago, but alas, coherant thought escapes me at this hour. I suppose I need to begin blogging earlier in the day.

Hmm...

AMANDA
A	is for	Alluring
M	is for	Mystical
A	is for	Active
N	is for	Normal
D	is for	Dramatic
A	is for	Arty

What Does Your Name Mean?

...at the end of the day, you just have to say, "It's alright".

Well another great day! Nothing spectacular happened but I've been trying to discipline myself to meditate on the promises of God rather than letting my mind wander off in worry about all of things that are not in my control. Someone once said something like: "Be careful what you think and say. What you tell yourself will have a profound effect on who you become." True or false? I'll reserve my opinion for the next post.

I've gotta get to bed. I have a midwife appointment in the morning. Just the usual blood pressure/pee in this cup stuff. I knew I had a reason to live!

Wow, it's late!

Well here I am again at the request of one of my favorite people in the whole world; my sister Jode. If I knew how to hyperlink, I would send you over to her blog for your personal edification. She is truly a testament to God's wondrous grace and I am blessed beyond measure to call her my friend.

I'm up late tonight because I just got off the phone with an old friend of mine. The one. The only. Chris Bruce. Toothless, coffee-drinking, chain-smoking, comedian/horse farrier, I can't-believe-he's-still-alive, Chris Bruce. My mom wanted me to tell him about glyconutrients because he suffers from chronic pain due to old (being hit and drug by a Kenworth) and new (having his femur snapped and head almost knocked in by two different horses) injuries. Let me put it this way, Chris shouldn't think about flying...ever. First of all, he's half titanium. Second, high-pitched noises cause acute pain in his head. Just imagine him trying to get through a metal detector. hehe Anyway, he wants to start taking better care of himself so he's gonna give it a go. Yay!

I am *attempting* to begin potty-training my son, Joshy. I personally don't think he's quite ready, but my husband thinks I should start getting him used to the idea before the baby arrives, so we got some pull-ups and I've been perching him up on the big potty as often as I can remember. So far, the only success we've had is three drops. Break out the streamers and party hats! Joshy is loving it because he gets to "fwush" and then wash his hands; the more soap the better. He'll tell me he's "weh" or "poo-poo" after the fact just so we can run through the routine...again. It's a start, right?

Well, I'm sure I could ramble on about all of the mundane things that go on in my daily life, but I have come to value sleep. Cheerio!