My New Favorite Blog...

In case you don't know... if I could do absolutely anything I wanted to do with unlimited means, I'd open a bakery... I love to bake... which is why this is my new favorite blog... I suggest you check it out, if you haven't come across it already...

Cake Wrecks

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not secretly feed both dogs cocoa-peanut butter rice krispie treats because I am a sucker for those pitiful puppy dog eyes... everyone knows dogs can't have chocolate, anyways!

I was not secretly stoked to go see Star Trek on date night... not me. Our going to see that movie was totally for Sugarbear's benefit, as he is the Star Trek fan... (it was awesome, btw... two thumbs up...I have a fictional character crush on Spock now...)Definitely not me.

I, of course, did not use my MP3 player as an avoidance device today at work so I would not have to talk to anyone... not me...

I most certainly would never go to Wal-Mart with the sole purpose of buying a new shower liner for the master bath and leave with a new straight iron... that would be silly... not me!

Mother's Day

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that a day like Mother’s Day is particularly difficult for me. I am very conscious of not becoming one of those bitter-at-the-world childless women. I mean those women that take personal offense at other women’s pregnancies, adoptions, etc. I have not come to the point where I think that other people are trying to personally hurt me by creating their own families, and I hope I am never at that point. This is particularly important for me, since I have a particularly fertile set of friends… it seems like every month there is someone birthing a baby, adopting a baby, or announcing that they will be doing one of those things. God calls us to love each other, to support each other, and that means sharing in each other’s joy, even if we are hurting. Am I angry sometimes? Yes. Am I bitter sometimes? Definitely. But my anger shouldn’t spill over to the point I can’t be happy for my friends who are mothers. I love on them and their children just the same.

Everything about this day is hard… this day invented, so it seems, to sell greeting cards and flowers. The displays at the store, the church service dedicated to mothers, being asked to be in the nursery so the mothers can enjoy the service, etc… (Hint-do not ask the infertile woman to be in the nursery WITH THE BABIES on MOTHERS DAY… innocuous sounding, yes, but not a good emotional dynamic…) Do not even get me started on the commercials.

BUT- the promises from God do not change from one day to the next. And that alone gives me joy.

So, love on your friends today that are struggling with infertility… acknowledge that it is a difficult time, and let them know you are thinking of them, and are praying for them.

And- don’t forget to call your mom:-)

Simple Things

It's the simple things in life that make me happy... like the above hot sauce. I have scheduled shopping trips around going to a store that sells this brand... the best Christmas gift I've ever received from my father-in-law consisted of several jars of this hot sauce... I spent two years in Southern Florida, and seriously, ready access to this salsa was a prime motivator for moving back to Texas... (well, maybe not, but it could have been!)

Sugarbear bought me a large jar of Tascosa Hot Sauce today, just for me, just because he knows it's my favorite, and we were having fajitas for dinner... and seriously, it made me fall a little bit more in love with him...

That can't be normal...

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I am not writing this post partly because my wonderful grandmother has mentioned several times that I haven't posted in a while, and I feel guilty because she is one of the only people who actually read my blog...not me.

I did not allow the dachshund to sleep in the bed the whole weekend because Sugarbear was gone on a men's fishing retreat... nope, never.

I did not purposefully leave my phone on "Do Not Disturb" mode all day so I could get a little paperwork done... not me. (yes, I did frequently check my messages, and would have responded to any emergencies, had there been any...)Not me!

I did not sneak a piece of homemade toffee before dinner tonight... certainly not me!

Random Reason Why Sugarbear and I Were Made for Each Other...

...because we both still giggle like middle schoolers when someone uses the word 'duty' in a sentence... and then we look at one another to see if the other one is laughing too...

"Wait"

Wait
by Russell Kelfer


Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."


"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.


"My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.


"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."


Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"


He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.


"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.


"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.


"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.


"The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.


"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.


"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."