It's Been A Long Time.......

I haven't written on my blog in so long! It seems life is going so fast and I can't keep up with it all.

I started this blog to share my life and the life of my family. I didn't start this blog to complain about things that happen or the unfairness of this world. Sometimes though, we just need to write down what happens and try to figure out why.

Should I make a list of things that have been happening around here?

My sister-in-law, nephew and friend were in a car accident.

I sliced my hand and had to have seven stitches.

My mother-in-law had a cyst taken off her eye (she thinks it's cancer).

Her friend was in an accident and her new car was totaled.

The steering went out in our Suburban ($1,000.00 later!)

My brother landed in the hospital for a few days.

My best friends' mother has liver cancer.

It was the one year anniversary of my grandparents death.

Rhett's best friend hit a deer yesterday.'

The kids have a fever.

It's Sabbath and I am home with the sick ones while my son preaches.

Life is strange. Not a lot is happening, life is going along as normal...then all of a sudden...everything starts going crazy!

When things get like this, I try to see how the Lord is working. Like my hand...school was going so well that day. We stopped for lunch, the kids were helping to make their sandwiches when....

I had sliced an avocado in half. I had the half with the pit in my hand. I stuck the pointy end of a serrated knife into the pit...I thought to myself, "I should put the avocado on the cutting board instead of my hand." At that same moment one of my older children was telling one of the little ones to put a knife down! So, I turned around to take care of the problem, when.....I felt this terrible pain! The part between my pointer finger and thumb was sliced to the bone! I was calm, trying not to let the children see. I put the knife up and ran my hand under water. The minute I looked at it I knew I had to go into the ER. My oldest son wasn't home from college yet and I was telling myself I could drive, while at the same time praying that he would come home. The children were all crying, hardly able to breath. Then I heard the garage door and Garhett came to my rescue. I felt terrible having to leave the little ones bawling, with Mitch having to deal with it, but what could I do? All the way there I was asking the Lord to help me find the good in the situation.

Well, when we walked in, no one was in the waiting room, they got me right in. They thought I had cut through a tendon, but they did a few things and didn't think I did. They were all surprised and didn't know how I could have missed it! (I knew why!) After seven stitches I was ready to go. When I was getting my coat, the nurse started asking me questions about homeschooling vs. public school, God, church, etc. We probably talked for a good 20 minutes or more. When I left, I knew why God had allowed my hand to get cut. The nurse needed to hear God in her day. Maybe it changed her life? I don't know. But, when bad things happen to us, we have to ask ourselves, "What can I be doing for God in this situation? Why am I here?"

I cling to the hope that we aren't going to be in this world much longer. I know Jesus is coming to get us and we can't get discouraged that He is taking so long. Have you ever asked yourself why He hasn't come? Maybe, could it be, us? Maybe we aren't doing anything to allow Him to come.

I really believed He would come before Garhett would be old enough to go to college. Well, grant it, he's 16 and in college, but still...he's in college. I want to go home.

 I want to be in the place where there's no more tears, no more death, no more sickness.

 What can we do about it?

Ponder on that thought, as I will.

God bless you!