So. I just wanted to say that I'm thankful my God is The Healer.
I needed healing and I got it.
God can heal physical, emotional, spiritual, mental or any other type of problem.
I always knew He COULD but now I know He DOES.
The neat thing I'm learning is that God desires ultimate healing. He doesn't desire pain or bondage for His people and I think that's pretty awesome.
I know God still has more healing to do in me. And I know that God can heal instantly. Now I just need to stop putting on the brakes, stop desiring the bongage of my strongholds and stop doubting that He can or WILL heal me.
Then my God can look at me and say "Take heart daughter, your faith has healed you".
Halleluiah.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Messy
I love feeding Zechariah.
It's super sweet.
Today for his after nap snack he had 1 1/2 peanut butter sandwiches, a banana and a sippy cup of milk.
Seeing a 14 month old eat a peanut butter sandwich is a messy thing.
But I love it.
I love that when I give him half of a banana he starts eating it but when I put down the other half he sets down the first one and picks up the other one. Just in case it tastes better.
I love that he's messy.
It's super sweet.
Today for his after nap snack he had 1 1/2 peanut butter sandwiches, a banana and a sippy cup of milk.
Seeing a 14 month old eat a peanut butter sandwich is a messy thing.
But I love it.
I love that when I give him half of a banana he starts eating it but when I put down the other half he sets down the first one and picks up the other one. Just in case it tastes better.
I love that he's messy.
OK... It's been awhile but I'm back.
So here's what's new:
Eric is running a marathon in October. What a stud!
We're having another baby around November 6!
Zechariah is amazing and stubborn and beautiful and the sweetest thing ever.
I can't stop thinking about my garden.
And God is so so so merciful and loving (if you don't know Him, say "hi"... He loves talking with His children).
Last night Eric came home and asked what I saw going on for the evening. I rattled off my list of things we could be all productive and do around the house. He sighed and said he had something different in mind. Productive me refrained from an eye-roll. He said he wanted me to go get my nails done with a gc Zechariah gave me for Christmas that I haven't gotten around to using, then go shopping (grocery shopping but that's my retreat - I LOVE it!) and come back home. I had a wonderful time. The lady at the nail place even gave me a hand massage. (Thanks lady at the nail place! That was wonderful!) I bought lots of fruits and vegetables and nothing unhealthy and it was great. When I came home Eric had Zechariah clean and ready for bed, the living room clean and dinner made. What a sweet guy! Then after dinner he gave me a boquet of roses. I'm so thankful. My husband rocks my socks off.
Eric is running a marathon in October. What a stud!
We're having another baby around November 6!
Zechariah is amazing and stubborn and beautiful and the sweetest thing ever.
I can't stop thinking about my garden.
And God is so so so merciful and loving (if you don't know Him, say "hi"... He loves talking with His children).
Last night Eric came home and asked what I saw going on for the evening. I rattled off my list of things we could be all productive and do around the house. He sighed and said he had something different in mind. Productive me refrained from an eye-roll. He said he wanted me to go get my nails done with a gc Zechariah gave me for Christmas that I haven't gotten around to using, then go shopping (grocery shopping but that's my retreat - I LOVE it!) and come back home. I had a wonderful time. The lady at the nail place even gave me a hand massage. (Thanks lady at the nail place! That was wonderful!) I bought lots of fruits and vegetables and nothing unhealthy and it was great. When I came home Eric had Zechariah clean and ready for bed, the living room clean and dinner made. What a sweet guy! Then after dinner he gave me a boquet of roses. I'm so thankful. My husband rocks my socks off.
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