I do believe we are in the End Days of man and that Jesus Christ will soon return to be King of Kings. With that, I also believe we are at that moment in history where the rapture will happen and the Church will be taken away and the Tribulation Period will start.
How many reading this blogs posting about the End of Days and will scoff? Many. The Bible says that many will come in the latter days and scoff at the idea.
But my main purpose in posting this particular post is so that people will read this and, perhaps, be inclined to find out more information. To maybe research what the Bible really says about Jesus Christ and who He was/is. There are all levels of Christians...true Christians. But the one thing we have in common--from the greatest of us to the least of us--is that we all needed Jesus to die to for us and without Grace we would be dead.
In all things, God works for good. May He use this short little post for good and if you would like to know who your Savior is, then let me know and we can chat.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
A Baby
It just occurred to me that I should mention this on my blog as it takes up a lot of my daily thoughts. I want a baby. My husband has had a vasectomy and we really don't want to go through him getting it reversed and the other fertility treatments that we would probably both need. We would like to adopt.
I am a 37-year-old Christian woman who already has one son. If you know someone who is pregnant and has decided to give the child life but cannot take care of the child...I would like an opportunity to talk to her and see if she would find me to be a good candidate to raise the child as my own. I really love my husband and son and we all would like to add another person to this family. Boy/girl, we don't care. I know that love might not be the only important thing to someone who thinks about giving their child up--you might also want to know that we can financially take care of the baby. We can. My husband makes good money and I am a stay-at-home mother, so it would be me raising the child...not a babysitter.
Please keep this in mind and thanks for reading my blog.
I am a 37-year-old Christian woman who already has one son. If you know someone who is pregnant and has decided to give the child life but cannot take care of the child...I would like an opportunity to talk to her and see if she would find me to be a good candidate to raise the child as my own. I really love my husband and son and we all would like to add another person to this family. Boy/girl, we don't care. I know that love might not be the only important thing to someone who thinks about giving their child up--you might also want to know that we can financially take care of the baby. We can. My husband makes good money and I am a stay-at-home mother, so it would be me raising the child...not a babysitter.
Please keep this in mind and thanks for reading my blog.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Another Scary Moment
I am getting ready to leave for a dentist appointment to have an old cavity removed and a cap put on the tooth instead, as well as have a cracked tooth fixed. As I am afraid of going to the dentist's office and get through my cleanings just barely--this is super scary for me.
Yay.
Yay.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
An Out of the Ordinary Moment in my Life
I haven't been able to think about how to start this blog. What did I want to write about? Should I have a specific subject and/or "thing" and try to focus on just that? I decided that I am going to write about everything and not limit myself.
To start, I am going to relay a moment in my life from last weekend. My husband, John, was working overtime this past weekend and where his employer had him working, it required that he just spend Saturday night in a motel instead of driving all the way home.
So, there was a cool breeze Saturday night and I am really not one who likes having the air conditioning on during the summer. It has to be darn hot for me to turn the air on. Or my husband tells me to turn the air on... My son, Jessy, and I were sleeping with all the windows open and the garage was about two feet open, with the back door (through to the garage) open up and just the screen door locked on it. The front door to the house was locked and the other door was open but the screen was locked too.
[I sleep with ear plugs. I am forced too in order to be able to sleep with John due to his snoring; however, now that I am used to them, I can't sleep without them-even if John isn't there to snore.]
My son, Jessy, starts hearing someone trying to open up our front door and then starts knocking violently on the front door for someone to open it up. He then goes around to the garage and starts trying to force the garage (that was left open a bit) up so he can crawl underneath it. Jessy said he heard him try to lift the garage door five to ten times. Jessy then hears the guy touching the things that are hanging in the garage door as he stumbles through it to get to the door that leads into the house.
By this time, Chelsea (our Siberian Husky) and Buttercup (our Teacup Pomeranian) were both growling (Buttercup was just barking low). But Chelsea sounded quite vicious! So this guy is standing at the garage door, pulling on our screen door--over and over again.
I don't remember what I heard first. It was six o'clock Sunday morning and I just heard something through my ear plugs that made me wake up. Then I noticed the way the dogs were barking.
I knew it wasn't John. So I got up to see what was going on and didn't realize I still had ear plugs in. I could see Jessy was standing in his door way, as he had been awake for a bit longer listening to this man trying to get into our home. I motioned for him to stay where he was. As I walked into the kitchen, towards the door, I see the silhouette of a man (a big guy too) standing in front of the screen door. The sun was already up by this time--just enough to allow light to come through the bottom of the garage door and into the dark garage. I could make out that he was a white male with dark, straight hair that was messy. But other than that...
I said to him, "What are you doing in my house?" He mumbled something to me that was incoherent to me....even after I took my ear plugs out. He just kept mumbling. And pulling on my screen door to get in!
I immediately turned around and ran toward my gun. It didn't take me long because we don't have a big house. My phone was right next to where I keep the gun, so I grabbed that and speed dialed John. As I was returning, I was startled by Jessy, who had gone and gotten a weapon too. (All he had in his room was a sword.) But I kept my momentum as I headed toward the garage. (I was startled, but I hadn't heard the guy get into the house and "he" wasn't in the right area...) I was talking to John by this time telling him what was happening at this very moment!
As I got to the screen door with my gun, I saw him sneaking out through the open garage. This guy must be the fastest runner ever! I ran to my front door and opened it up and went outside and checked to see if he was still there. You know, I don't know why I did that. I wanted him out and off of my property. The houses in this subdivision are very close together. He could have been hiding somewhere. And a lone women with a gun (who hadn't called 911) would be stuck staring some guy in the face.
Obviously, he was on drugs or drunk trying to get home. But after the incident, I realized that I shouldn't have gone outside. I also didn't call 911. I did six hours later. When I had made sure I couldn't see him, I came back into the house and locked up everything and John said that with everything locked up, I was safe. So eventually, I went back to bed and so did Jessy.
The gun was under my pillow as I slept. When I awoke later that day, I called a few people and told them what happened. Just so that you know, my Mom and Grandma (at the same time because they were in the car together when I called Mom) berated me for not calling for help, etc. No one could understand why I didn't call 911. But I guess I was in shock that something like that would happen to me (it never is supposed to happen to you) and I just didn't think it was "worthy" to call 911. No one was bleeding or dying or anything. I vow to call the next time anything happens. I also vow to grab my gun first thing before I go and inspect any strange noises and my husky is growling telling me something is going on.
I do want to say that even though God knew that I was going to be unfaithful that day (and not attend church), He was still faithful to me and protected me and my son.
To start, I am going to relay a moment in my life from last weekend. My husband, John, was working overtime this past weekend and where his employer had him working, it required that he just spend Saturday night in a motel instead of driving all the way home.
So, there was a cool breeze Saturday night and I am really not one who likes having the air conditioning on during the summer. It has to be darn hot for me to turn the air on. Or my husband tells me to turn the air on... My son, Jessy, and I were sleeping with all the windows open and the garage was about two feet open, with the back door (through to the garage) open up and just the screen door locked on it. The front door to the house was locked and the other door was open but the screen was locked too.
[I sleep with ear plugs. I am forced too in order to be able to sleep with John due to his snoring; however, now that I am used to them, I can't sleep without them-even if John isn't there to snore.]
My son, Jessy, starts hearing someone trying to open up our front door and then starts knocking violently on the front door for someone to open it up. He then goes around to the garage and starts trying to force the garage (that was left open a bit) up so he can crawl underneath it. Jessy said he heard him try to lift the garage door five to ten times. Jessy then hears the guy touching the things that are hanging in the garage door as he stumbles through it to get to the door that leads into the house.
By this time, Chelsea (our Siberian Husky) and Buttercup (our Teacup Pomeranian) were both growling (Buttercup was just barking low). But Chelsea sounded quite vicious! So this guy is standing at the garage door, pulling on our screen door--over and over again.
I don't remember what I heard first. It was six o'clock Sunday morning and I just heard something through my ear plugs that made me wake up. Then I noticed the way the dogs were barking.
I knew it wasn't John. So I got up to see what was going on and didn't realize I still had ear plugs in. I could see Jessy was standing in his door way, as he had been awake for a bit longer listening to this man trying to get into our home. I motioned for him to stay where he was. As I walked into the kitchen, towards the door, I see the silhouette of a man (a big guy too) standing in front of the screen door. The sun was already up by this time--just enough to allow light to come through the bottom of the garage door and into the dark garage. I could make out that he was a white male with dark, straight hair that was messy. But other than that...
I said to him, "What are you doing in my house?" He mumbled something to me that was incoherent to me....even after I took my ear plugs out. He just kept mumbling. And pulling on my screen door to get in!
I immediately turned around and ran toward my gun. It didn't take me long because we don't have a big house. My phone was right next to where I keep the gun, so I grabbed that and speed dialed John. As I was returning, I was startled by Jessy, who had gone and gotten a weapon too. (All he had in his room was a sword.) But I kept my momentum as I headed toward the garage. (I was startled, but I hadn't heard the guy get into the house and "he" wasn't in the right area...) I was talking to John by this time telling him what was happening at this very moment!
As I got to the screen door with my gun, I saw him sneaking out through the open garage. This guy must be the fastest runner ever! I ran to my front door and opened it up and went outside and checked to see if he was still there. You know, I don't know why I did that. I wanted him out and off of my property. The houses in this subdivision are very close together. He could have been hiding somewhere. And a lone women with a gun (who hadn't called 911) would be stuck staring some guy in the face.
Obviously, he was on drugs or drunk trying to get home. But after the incident, I realized that I shouldn't have gone outside. I also didn't call 911. I did six hours later. When I had made sure I couldn't see him, I came back into the house and locked up everything and John said that with everything locked up, I was safe. So eventually, I went back to bed and so did Jessy.
The gun was under my pillow as I slept. When I awoke later that day, I called a few people and told them what happened. Just so that you know, my Mom and Grandma (at the same time because they were in the car together when I called Mom) berated me for not calling for help, etc. No one could understand why I didn't call 911. But I guess I was in shock that something like that would happen to me (it never is supposed to happen to you) and I just didn't think it was "worthy" to call 911. No one was bleeding or dying or anything. I vow to call the next time anything happens. I also vow to grab my gun first thing before I go and inspect any strange noises and my husky is growling telling me something is going on.
I do want to say that even though God knew that I was going to be unfaithful that day (and not attend church), He was still faithful to me and protected me and my son.
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