Blog Birthday and a Stormy Saturday, and Anything Else that Comes to Mind.

Warning..this is a random post. I cannot guarantee that there will be a theme or any real spiritual depth. Read at your own risk.

It's hard to believe but "Notes From the Soul" is one year old this weekend! Has it really been a year since I started this journey? It sure doesn't feel like it....

You my new "siesta's" have been God's gift to me this year. So many times, you share something on your blog that is nothing but a Word straight from the Father to me. Thank you for that. This has been one year where I needed godly women to challenge and spur me on. You have and I love you!

Can I just tell you that I have laughed until my sides hurt at some of your posts!!! I'm not kidding..my latest laugh until it hurts moment came when I read this post over at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman... this lady cracks me up. I have used the phrase "I'm going to drop my contents" several times since reading this. It just sounds better than, "I'm going to pee in my pants". Just keeping it real here girls..

And I so relate to her story in that post. My darling man, as innocent as he looks, pulled a similar prank on me shortly after we moved into this house.

I was closing our bedroom curtains one night when I turned away from the window to speak to one of the girls. When I moved on to the next window, I came face to face with something straight out of a horror movie. He was standing outside in the dark with his face as close to the window as he could get it, his eyes WIDE open. All I saw was the white of some strange man's eyes and white teeth. I screamed loud. Loud and shrill enough to make our puppy howl. Yes, I almost "dropped my contents". Needless to say, I got a back and foot massage out of that one.

By now, I'm sure you've seen that Atlanta was hit by severe storms this weekend. Thank you Lord for protecting us! We had bad thunderstorms, but our area was spared much damage. We did have some pretty large hail this afternoon.

Kind of reminded me of a time I was about 13. My dad was pastoring a church 30 minutes from our home. To get to this church, we had to go over Chickamauga Dam. My siblings were 11 and 9 at the time and the three of us were sitting in the backseat of our family car. This was pre-minivan. You know, when siblings would scream "HE'S TOUCHING ME". Well....

My precious little brother was irritating both my sister and I. To be honest, all three of us were a little too loud. We were on each other's last nerve.

It was Sunday afternoon and we were headed back for Sunday evening worship, dad was preaching on brotherly love and unity among believers. Let me tell you, we were a living sermon illustration that day.

Anyway....dad raised his voice and said something to the effect of I'm going to stand and preach on love and unity in an hour. I suggest the three of you listen to what God is going to say to you. We knew that we had better hush, or we would get a personalized sermon once we got home.

Just then, we began to cross the dam. The light rain we were driving in turned to a massive hail storm. Thunder, wind...you name it. It was scary and quickly brought the arguing in the backseat to an end. We were completely quiet. No one said a word until we pulled into the church parking lot 15 minutes later. (15 minutes of silence in our family was something to document people. We like to talk.)

I will never forget this. My dad parked, turned off the car, looked at my mom and said, "I can honestly say, we went through hail to get here tonight."

The three amigos in the backseat just burst into laughter. Then my darling little brother made some comment about the the hail starting when we crossed the dam bridge. I wish I could say I didn't laugh, but I did. I think we were all grounded and had to sit on the front pew that evening rather than with our friends. We also got LOTS of finger pointing from the pulpit......

During the storm this afternoon, we were home. Daddy is still recovering from the flu but has managed to stay up most of the day. That is a huge improvement. After some housework and laundry, I invited the girls to "Spa Mum". (Also known as mom's bathroom) We all put on our robes and enjoyed "Satin Feet" and a foot soak in the tub. I had a nature music CD playing, candles lit and we were talking each other's ears off when Chad came in to say that the storms were getting bad in our area. We thought the thunder and other storm sounds were part of our CD. WRONG! It was real life hail and rain!!! Needless to say, it brought a good laugh.

Here are some pictures for the grandparents!






Thanks for endulging my very random, blog birthday post. I feel like you are part of my family and can't wait to spend eternity with you!