But God...

Every year our family does a Christmas letter that goes out to everyone, extended family, friends etc. So, each of the family units are asked to write something up that summarizes their year. Well, last year, I announced the birth of my baby girl and what my husband and I were up to...so what do you say when your husband leaves? Anyway, after much prayer and consideration I sat down determined to write, but not just write. Write to glorify God, which has been my goal/heart's desire since this whole crazy ride began.

What did I write? Glad you asked...

"Hmmmm, what to say? I think two words can sum up our last year for us, “But God”. Life has taken a dramatic turn for H and me since last year. Two days after Christmas ‘06 my husband of 11 months walked out on us. I had no idea where he had gone and why, only that he cut us out of his life without a second thought. His departure was devastating in more ways than one. All of a sudden, I was a single mom and now had to figure a way out of this mess we were in without a clue where to start.

But God. Provided. Healed. Loved. Led. Walked with us. Protected. Blessed. Taught. Rebuilt. Humbled. Strengthened. And so much more over and over again.

I am in the process of filing for divorce and will hopefully be finished with it all soon. I know that whatever the Lord has in store for us next will be good. Hard but good. H and I live in a beautiful home with my dad and I still work at STEM Int’l with Mission Maker Magazine. H is gorgeous and growing like a weed. We are blessed. And even though I forget to say it a lot of the time it’s only by God’s grace. Blessed be His name this Christmas season and throughout this next year."

As I sit here and reread I can think of so many more "but Gods" that I didn't list but praise God for it all.

Chances are...

if your saltines, or whatever kind of food you are planning on eating, smell funky they most likely taste funky too. But of course, there are always some of us who'll try em anyway!?!? Unfortunately funky saltines leave a funky aftertaste in your mouth that just doesn't go away...

Thank you God for Dairy Queen, this is where I rushed a few minutes after spitting my funky saltines in the garbage and trying to rid myself of the awful taste with coffee, soup, licking my sweater (aka wiping off my tongue)

Now, I wouldn't usually run to the DQ to be rescued but I'd been contemplating a pumpkin blizzard for a long while now and figured I may as well get one before the 'season' ends.

Mmmmm, sweet relief!

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It's been too long since I've been on here but I did want to post this....just taken yesterday.