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Woohoo!!!
GEAUX TIGERS!!!

Happily, we proved Monday night that a two-loss SEC team is better than a one-loss (or even an undefeated) team from any other conference. 
It’s ins’t arrogance… it’s statistical fact.
Besides… LSU is MILES ahead of everyone else, anyway!  Les Miles is a gutsy coach!  He’s fun and exciting and he owns the hearts of Tigers everywhere.
We’re going to bawl when he DOES leave (we’re hoping, though, that he never will!) 

STAY, Les!!!  PLEASE!?!  I’m not too proud to beg!  We love you! 

Money might try to persuade you to move… but money can’t make you happy…  and you can’t take it with you!

Aren’t you having FUN here?

Aren’t you ADORED here?

So STAY!  Stay forever!

Our food is better, anyway!

And we SMILE and HUG and KISS in the South.

We’re ALL one big HAPPY family!

Most of those yanks can be so rude!

You KNOW you love us!

Learn from the mistakes of others! ♥

Okay… so… LSU won the BCS Championship… Huzzah!

What else has been going on?

Charles made it home safely Sunday night.  I was SO happy!  I HATE when he’s away.  I don’t sleep AT ALL!!!  I watch the most boring things on television, I read BORING articles/books… NOTHING will get me to sleep.  Everyone suggests I take a pill… but you know how weird I am about that… it just seems AWFUL!  AND I couldn’t possibly, being the only adult here!  What if I took something and my babies needed me in the night, but I was so sound asleep that I didn’t respond!?!  My prohibitive conscience would NEVER let me rest again!  So… I had an entire weekend of no sleep.  I got to study, though, and that was fun!  We discussed “WHERE GOD IS” in Sunday school and it was GREAT!  I forgot the treats, though and James M. LOVES treats!  It was fun, though, because Hayden said, “Awww…  no treats?  But this was one of the best times ever!”  Pretty fun!  So when you see some of our Sunday school kiddos, ask them “WHERE IS GOD?” and if they give you the patent, “He’s EVERYWHERE!” then be sure to report back to me!  I told them NEVER to answer that way again!  God is specific… so WE’LL be specific, too!

 

What else?!?  Oh!  While Charles was gone, I had great fun texting him!  Gotta love some of this technology!  I can only imagine the smiles on his face when he received my texts!  What fun!  Wives… LOVE your husbands and LET THEM KNOW IT!  Send him notes or texts about the the way he makes you feel!  Send him notes or texts about… *blushing* well… ALL SORTS OF STUFF!  You are MARRIED!  ENJOY IT!  It’s GREAT fun!  Just be prepared to make good on your texts! 

 

God has given our sweet friends, Michael and Christy a baby!!!
After years of prayer, in His perfect timing, God has given them a son!
I LOVE adoption!
What a picture of God’s redeeming love!

They go get him in Dallas, Monday!
Isn’t he a doll?!?
Carsten!  Don’t you want to just EAT him!?!?
There I go… babies turning me into a cannibal!
Thank God for providing a family for this little man…
And thank Him for blessing Michael and Christy with a child!

 

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Our new LOVE!
Fisher Price had a BRILLIANT marketing scheme… send a 27 minute episode to families across America just in time to get them hooked before Christmas.
Charles and I watched the dvd, but decided not to show Noah, as bits were pretty intense (and some of the characters were just mean and ugly) and his studious, analytical mind doesn’t do intense.
We LOVED the toys, though, and Lydia gave him Ace and Tiny for his birthday.  They’re very well-made for rambunctious boys… though of course they’re made in China.  DANG IT!

Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Paul gave him Gustus (Jupiter) and his dog, Zip (Mercury), Digger (Mars), Rings (Saturn) and then went out to the car and brought in Professor Darkness (Black Hole) because she COULDN’T save it a moment longer!  Sweet Aunt Carolyn!

Noah LOVES the Planet Heroes!  He and Lydia (okay… I confess, Charles and I, too) play with them for HOURS… making up adventures and vanquishing evil foes, trying to destroy our solar system!

Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Paul gave Dazzle (Venus), Yuri (Uranus), Tune (Neptune), and Shiver (Pluto) to Noah for Christmas.  We gave Noah the Turbo Shuttle with Ace in the orange space suit.

He has them all!  So we thought!
Happily, though (I can’t believe I’m not groaning), Fisher Price has realized their brilliance and has made MORE!
Now there is an Ace in a GREEN suit with a Rocket Go-Kart, Shooting Star, Lunar, Sun Commander, Digger has a rubble rover, and I’m sure they’ll make Red Giant (as he’s in the new comic).

It’s really fun, though!
Noah is drawing his own comic books, now.  That’s fun!
Lydia wants there to be more girl planet heroes.  She thinks they should have long curly hair and wear pink and purple.  She likes Dazzle, but wishes she were more “girlie”.

I left a comment on someone’s blog about it yesterday:

WE WANT MORE!!!We LOVE the Planet Heroes, though my daughter wishes there were more GIRLS and that some of them would have long curly hair and wear pink and purple!Perhaps Ace’s little sister can get involved and fly through space in a Mega-Tutu that Yuri can design for her!

Perhaps you can talk to the powers that be!

Just when I thought we had every planet hero and bad guy under the sun… we discover there are more.

Instead of groaning, my husband and I are in hog heaven!

It is not an unusual sight to see us on the floor with our two, vanquishing one another as we save the solar system.

At the park, we are various planet heroes, soaring through space, even venturing into other galaxies as we chase Red Giant and Professor Darkness…

WE LOVE THEM and want MORE MORE MORE!!! PUHLEEZ?!?
By the way… we want Planet Heroes T-Shirts!Who do we talk to about that?Fisher Price needs to get on this! We mommas want it!

With the space shuttle retiring and the new Constellation program coming up, NASA and Fisher Price should put their heads together… the UNIVERSE is the limit!
We need more kiddos excited about space and pumped about science! Come on Fisher Price (you know you’re reading this)… force parents to explain black holes, comets, asteroids, stars…! It’s GREAT fun (AND makes you more money! GO CAPITALISM!)

Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific;
Feign do I fathom your nature’s specific
Exaltedly set on the aether capacious
A reasonable facsimile of a gem carbonaceous.

Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific;
Feign do I fathom your nature’s specific

So… we’ll see!

Charles’ mom (Ginny) had to bring her truck in for a new alternator, so she used Charles’ truck and Charles took my car yesterday.  Instead of taking him to school, so I’d have the car, I thought I’d trap myself at home, so I would be FORCED to fold and put away laundry and tidy!  The house was a WRECK after the LSU game!

Yay, though!  A friend called and whisked us away to the park, where we ALL played Planet Heroes!  Her little man loves them and so does she.  I got to be Professor Darkness!  What a blast!  My throat is still a bit sore, though.  You KNOW I’ve got to get into character and that raspy, wicked voice can do some damage!  When it began to rain… we raced through a meteor shower to the safety of the van… um… I mean Turbo Shuttle! 

I know!  I’ve got the life!  It’s days like this that I remember it really is worth the sacrifice!  A family of four on a Louisiana teachers income shocks many… but wow!  Don’t raise your eyebrows or shake your head in pity!  I get to play Planet Heroes!!!  I get to read books to my kids all day and build satellites and space stations and princess castles and robots!  Of course… there is all of the “un-fun” stuff, too… but let’s not talk about that!  It’s a drag to pick up after everyone every day.  It’s a drag to finish the laundry and the dishes… to have MORE by bedtime.  It’s never-ending and can feel very defeating… and even vacation isn’t a vacation… but honestly, it’s only EVER a drag when I am being SELFISH!  Ugh!  And I HATE being selfish, though I am probably characterized by that very trait!  blah blah blah.

Hmmmm… Oh!

Another fun thing happened yesterday.  I got out of the shower and the phone rang.  I nearly answered in a sultry tone, “Hello, you sexy beast!”  because it was at the precise time that Charles usually calls.  I didn’t, though.  (THANK YOU, Father!)  There are so many times I’ve answered that way or NEARLY answered that way and it was NOT my beloved!!!  I just need to say, “Hello.” or get caller id.  Save some blushing.

ANYWAY… it was Smitty Pignatelli

 (who is related to astronaut Stephanie Wilson– how cool is THAT?!?)!

He called to let me know he put the print in the mail!  Wow!  That was fast and KIND!  He said that he wrote some words to the kiddos, too.  Those of you reading this who know me well, know that I LOVE notes!  Notes are my very favorite things in the whole world!  One word notes… 50 page notes… I LOVE NOTES!!!  So!  I am very excited!  What treasures for the munchkins!  I think I shall probably like the notes better than the prints!  Too bad we’re not closer to Nola.  It would be fun to feed him and his crew and let Noah meet him.  Someday, perhaps.  Noah had just gotten up from a nap and was having a blast, drawing a comic book… aliens and space heroes, of course… and I asked Mr. Pignatelli if he’d like to talk to Noah (most of you know how Noah LOVES to talk on the phone and will talk forever, if given the chance).  Not so yesterday!  Ugh!  He was bouncing on my bed (yes… I still let them jump on my bed… it’s just FUN!) waiting to show me his newest illustration and got on the phone and said, “Hi, thanks.” or something like that and then became an absolute giggle box!  What is a mother to do?  Another time, perhaps.  Noah said that, “Mr. Pignatelli must be cool.  I think I’ll send him a Planet Heroes poster and I’ll write a comic book for him.  I wonder if he plays with the Planet Heroes, too.”  What a hoot.

I’ll let you know when we get our fun goodies!  It’s SO exciting.  We thought we’d put them in the munchkins’ room… but I think we’ll put them in the living room above the chair Noah “launches” from!  Fun! Fun! Fun!

Oh!  Another funny thing… Noah saw Paige and her dad get into a sassy white Mercedes after church Sunday and suddenly, the top began to fly up and then hide away in the back of the car!  Noah FREAKED OUT and though it was the coolest thing EVER!  He’s seen convertibles “already convertibled,” as he says, but has never seen the PROCESS… he LOVED IT:

“Mom… how did she do that magic on her car?”
“It’s called a convertible.”
“Cooool!”
“Isn’t it?!”
“I want our car to be a convertible.  Who is she in that white?”
“That’s Paige.”
(blissfully) “I love Paige.”

“*giggle*”

“She must be a cool girl because Mr. Horn is with her.”

(chuckling) “Yep!  She’s Mr. Horn’s daughter.”

“No way!  I didn’t know he has a woman daughter.  I want to know Paige.  I know I love her.”

(laughing) “She knows you, Noah.  She’s known you since you were a baby, but she went off to school, that’s why you don’t remember her.”
“I wonder if her house is a convertible!  That would be so cool!  The space shuttle is like a convertible because the cargo bay doors open.”
“Yep.”
“Where was Mrs. Horn?”

“She went in another car.”

“I’m going to have to invent a bigger convertible so the whole family can ride together next time.  That one only had two places for people to ride.  Can you turn on ‘Hark the Herald’, it’s my favorite.”

And THEN… last night… Paige came over and let Noah sit in Mr. Horn’s car and put the top down… He LOVED it!!!  He LOVED watching it go back up, too!
He is absolutely smitten with Paige now and declares that he is going to marry her!  He’s going to invent a convertible house for them to live in and he’s going to make one for Miss Naomi, too! 

Charles said, well… if Paige waits for him… Noah can be HER mid-life crisis.  How funny! 

What a fun life we have!  Laundry, dirty dishes, unfinished projects and all!

I’m a happy, thankful girl! 

Oh! Michelle just brought me Starbucks!  What a love!  I have the best, sweetest friends in the world!

Back to play with my babies!  Can you guess what we will play?

OF COURSE!  We’re the PLANET HEROES… here to save the day and keep our solar system safe!

xoxox

©PortCityPrincess 2008
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and read along:

Hosea & Gomer
by John Piper

The old man and his wife sat by
The winter fire and looked out high
Above the plains of Ephraim,
And saw around the last regime
Of Israel the shadows snake
Their way from east to west and take
Possession of Samaria.
“How long until Assyria,’
They thought, “would break Hoshea’s rod,
And violate the wife of God?”

But strange as it may seem, the doom
They saw across the land left room
For hope. And when they looked into
Each other’s eyes, as they would do
At night, they knew, as none could know
But they, that God would bend his bow
Against the charms of foreign men,
And take his faithless wife again.
They knew it could and would be done,
As surely as the rising sun
Drives darkness back unerringly,
And drowns it in the western sea.
They knew, because they had rehearsed
The tragedy and played it first
Themselves with passion and deceit.

“It’s true that life is far more sweet,”
Hosea thought, “when it is lost,
Then bought again at dreadful cost;
And love grows strong when it must wait,
And deep when it is almost hate.”

Such things as these he often said
To Gomer as they watched the red
And crimson echoes of the sky
Descend Mount Tabor’s cliffs and die
In darkness far below. And she
Would say to him, “Your love for me
Was like a mountain waterfall,
And I the jagged stone. Of all
The knives and hammers once applied
None made me smooth or clean. They tried,
But harlotry was in my blood,
Until your love became a flood
Cascading over my crude life
And kept me as your only wife.”

They knew as none but they could know
What it would mean that long ago
The Lord allowed his love to swell,
And married faithless Israel.

The passing of the years now found
The children grown and gathered ’round
This night: Jezreel and Loammi,
Hosea’s sons, and at his knee
Loruhamah. The room was sweet
With memories, and each replete
With pleasure and with ample pain.
Among the memories one main
Experience above the rest
Embraced them all. It was the best;
Indeed it was the mountain spring
Of every happy stream from which
The family ever drank, and rich
With hope. It was Hosea’s love.
The children stood in wonder of
The way he loved, and Gomer too.
But this had not always been true.

Hosea used to say, “It’s hard
To be a seer, and prophet bard.
The price is high when he must sing
A song of ruin over everything
In lyrics written with his life
And lose his children and his wife.”

And so it was, Hosea heard
The Lord. It was the strangest word
A holy prophet ever got:
And every pointed precept shot
Like arrows at Hosea’s life:
“Go take a harlot for your wife,”
Thus says the Lord, “And feel with me
The grief and pain of harlotry.
Her father’s name is Diblaim;
He makes fertility with cream
And raisin cakes. He will not see
Her go without a price, for she
Has brought him profits from her trade.
Now go, and let her price be paid;
And bring her back and let her bear
Your son. Call him Jezreel. For there
Is coming soon a day when I
Will strike and break the bloody thigh
Of Jehu’s brutal house, and seal
With blood the valley of Jezreel.

And after that, though she’s defiled.
Go in, and get another child,
And make your tender face like rock.
Call her Loruahmah and lock
Your heart against all sympathy:
`Not pitied’ is her name. No plea
From faithless Israel will wake
My sympathy till I forsake
My daughter in the wilderness.

Now multiply once more distress:
Hosea, go beget a son,
For there is yet one child to shun,
And call him Loammi, in shame,
For `Not My People’ is his name.”

Hosea used to walk along
The Jordan rim and sing the song
His father Beeri used to sing.
Sometimes the tune and truth would bring
Him peace, and he would pause and look
At all the turns the Jordan took,
To make its way down to the sea,
And he would chant from memory:

Think not, my son, that God’s great river
Of love flows simply to the sea,
He aims not straight, but to deliver
The wayward soul like you and me.
Follow the current where it goes,
With love and grace it ever flows.

The years went by, the children grew,
The river bent and Gomer knew
A dozen men. And finally
She left and traveled to the sea,
And sold herself to foreign priests
Who made the children serve at feasts
Until they had no shame.
And then
The God of grace came down again,
And said, “Hosea, go, embrace
Your wife beside the sea. And place
Your hand with blessing on the head
Of Loammi, and raise the dead
Loruhamah to life in me,
And tell Jezreel that I will be
For him a seed of hope to sow
In righteousness. Hosea, go,
The gracious river bends once more.”

And so the prophet loved these four
Again, and sought them by the sea,
And bought them with the equity
Of everything he owned.
That was
The memory tonight, because
Hosea loved beyond the way
Of mortal man. What man would say,
“Love grows more strong when it must wait,
And deeper when it’s almost hate.”

Jezreel spoke softly for the rest,
“Father, once more let us be blessed.
What were the words from long ago
That gave you strength to love us so?
Would you please bless us with your rhyme,
And sing it for us one more time?”

“Think not, my son, that God’s great river
Of love flows simply to the sea,
He aims not straight, but to deliver
The wayward soul like you and me.
Follow the current where it goes.
With love and grace it ever flows.”

“And children,” Gomer said with tears,
“Mark this, the miracle of years.”
She looked Hosea in the face
And said, “Hosea, man of grace,
Dark harlotry was in my blood,
Until your love became a flood
Cascading over my crude life
And kept me as your only wife.
I love the very ground you trod,
And most of all I love your God.”

We’ve been SO busy.
It’s fun, though!

On the 15th, Lydia fell out of a buggy at Target (I’m a HORRIBLE PARENT!) and ended up in the ER.  I think it was one of the scariest moments of my life… carrying her limp little body!  She wouldn’t talk or cry.  She was WHITE and then started vomiting!  It was TERRIBLE!  What made it worse is that Daddy wanted me to go to the ER… NOTHING is EVER a big deal to Daddy… so if he’s sending you to the ER, you know it’s a big deal!  THEN he said to go to the CLOSEST hospital, which isn’t HIS hospital!  He didn’t even want me to take the extra 5/10 minutes to go to his… so then I was REALLY worried!  Lydia mustered a brave smile, though, when she heard me say, “Pop”.  She’s fine… she’s back to her old shenanigans.  I’m glad that’s over and I never want to go there EVER again!  That night, after all was said and done and Lou rested a bit, we went to Granny’s and Pop’s.  Lydia did well until we were getting ready to leave.  She was sitting near the grand piano, playing on the floor with something and she got up and conked her head AGAIN!!!  She became very clingy and then on the way home started throwing up all over the car.  It was terrible AGAIN!It’s over and done now. 

No more, God, PLEASE?!?  EVER!?!

On the 18th, Noah turned 5 and I couldn’t turn off the tears!  He’s so big!  He’s so GREAT!  I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says… he is truly the greatest boy on the planet.  His conversation is WONDERFUL!  I love to just lay across the bed, TALKING with him about all sorts of things.  God, rockets, the world, friends, toys, ideas, stories… EVERYTHING!  When he saw me tear up, he said, “It’s okay, Mom.  I’m always going to be YOUR little boy!”  He is SO intuitive!

Other than that, we’ve been getting ready for Christmas.  Parties, presents, food… lots of food.  Why is it excusable to be a glutton at holiday time?  I know to God it isn’t… but it seems the world winks at it.  Help me, God, not wink at it.  Give me self-control!

I have been reading more… by myself.  Usually, my reading is to the children… or in preparation for Sunday school… or reading my bible and books about the bible and books about theology and ethics and books about dead people and all kinds of stuff that is good and healthy… but it’s been so long since I’ve read a NOVEL!  Not a great piece of literature… not Charles Dickens or William Faulkner… not Virgil or Tolstoy or Kafka or Boccaccio… but just a paperback! 

After finishing Infidel, I started Hitler’s Willing Executioners (determined to make reading a part of my lifestyle again)  I put it down, though, when my friend Robin told me to read “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers.  It’s a paperback novel that puts a spin on the Hosea and Gomer story… it’s set during the California gold-rush… and, since it was seeing Christ and the mercy of God in that very biblical account that God used to redeem ME… I said SURE!  I also LOVE Robin and wanted to read it because SHE loves it! 

So… I read it.  I didn’t get anything done for days… I sent my children to play with blocks and read books (which they do happily) and I didn’t get a thing done!  My laundry is a mountain, now!  At any rate, it was WONDERFUL!  Not great literature… but OH!  Oh!  My heart, even now, swells at the thought of it! 

Read it, if you can!  Husbands… READ IT!  Wives, READ IT!  Single girls and guys, READ IT!  Widows and widowers, READ IT!  It’s a quick read (unless you cry the way I did… makes for some difficulty when the words blur on the page). 

Charles reaped some fun benefits from my reading it.  Of course… I DID mess up once.  He walked in the door, pulled me to him and kissed me and I looked up at him and sighed, “You’re not Michael Hosea.”  I am such a CRAP wife!  Everyone knows that Charles is so much BETTER than Michael Hosea… and besides… it wasn’t Michael Hosea who was so great… READ it and you’ll see! 

When you read it… you can’t help thinking that Michael’s love for “Angel” is just a drop in the bucket compared to Christ’s love for ME!!!  And when you think about how gross “Angel” is… you realize how much worse you are… even if you aren’t a prostitute… you see the blackness of your heart… which while no one around you may see… the God who made you sees it… 

I could go on forever… but I must shower and get ready!  Je dois aller à l’église.

More rambling later!  Read the book and finish more in love with Christ than ever! 

Be romanced by the King of Glory!!!  Woohoo!!!  YES!!!

Okay… I’m really done, now. 

©PortCityPrincess 2007
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Currently reading :
Redeeming Love
By Francine Rivers
Release date: 09 May, 2005

I want to, but I really doubt that Charles and I will ever be so fortunate as to celebrate a 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t think I’ll be around that long!

We had a great trip to Florence, to celebrate Grandma’s and Grandpa’s 50 years, though! 

What a sweet, fun time!  I really wish that I saw that side of the family more.  The love is absolutely delicious (much like Grandma’s cookies and macaroni and cheese)!  I guess I shouldn’t complain, though, especially as I haven’t even seen Charles’ father’s family’s (what a lot of apostrophes) faces yet (they didn’t come to the wedding and neither of us have made the trek)!!!  At any rate.  We had a GREAT trip!  I’ll share a bit of an email I sent to my sweet friend, who asked about it:

The trip was GREAT!  My kids really ARE fantastic!  I get so frustrated with them and think they’re awful most of the time.  But you know… they really are pretty unbelievable.  They’ve got their moments, of course, but wow!  I LOVE them!  They made the 9-hour drive there and the 9-hour drive home and there was only ONE “negative” statement or “complaint” the WHOLE time!  Noah, when we got to Monroe, SWEETLY said, “Momma, my bottom is really hurting from sitting in this seat.”  I was able to gush and coo and tell him how sorry I was, that we were almost home, and that my bottom hurt, too.  It was REALLY a sweet time for the four of us. At the party (at this REALLY nice hotel), they were little STARS!  We had put together a play and Noah really wanted to be in it, so we gave him a sweet, small part at the end and he and Lydia pulled it off TREMENDOUSLY! (I forgot one of my lines!)  They were amazing during dinner!  It was so cute, everyone was toasting Grandma and Grandpa and Noah suddenly taps on his glass and says in his little man voice, “Excuse me.  ahem.  Excuse me.  I am glad that Grandma and Grandpa are on earth.  Cheers!”  It was GREAT!  Then, we hear him talking to Lydia.  Lydia said, “I want to toast, too.” And Noah was coaching her, “You need to say something nice about Gma and Gpa, first.”  It was HILARIOUS!  This trip was great, because it gave me a new appreciation for my babies.  I was ashamed for how nazi-like I am regarding them!!!  It’s good to have high standards- but rather than being bummed and irritated all the time, I really need to look at how GREAT my munchkins are!  So all of that to say, I LOVE them and am PROUD of them!  We had a GREAT time and the kiddos cried at having to leave!  I always cried when I left Gma’s and Gpa’s, too!  It is really about the only place I can go and not feel like I need a vacation when I get back!  Know what I mean?

They really were great!  They slept well.  They cuddled with the family well (which really IS important when you don’t see them much).  They played well.  My sweet little brothers and sisters were so very selfless with them!!!  They played and played, especially James and Maddie.  Of course, Noah keeps talking about “bionic zombies” and he keeps telling me that God is like an “intergalactic superhero”- but it’s a small price to pay to have James devote so much time to him, leaving Noah starry-eyed!

Here are some photos.  Most were taken by Noah!  Hopefully, family will email photos to me… SOMEDAY (I’m still waiting for Pensacola Pics)… and then I’ll post those, too.

Enjoy!

In no particular order (with some extra photos of the munchkins that were in this set):
Click the thumbnail for the full image.

 





















































































































































































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God is such FUN!  I wonder, sometimes, if He sits back and just laughs at me!  A Father, laughing at His child because she is falling all over herself, delighting in Him and His goodness and kindness to her!  He is SOOOO good, y’all!

I think of the way Charles reclines and throws his head back in a hearty rumble of  laughter when Lydia is beside herself with joy at some great feat of her Daddy’s…  Lydia is delighting in her father, and he is delighting in her. It tickles him that he’s made her so happy! 

Yes… God is my Father.  Oh!  How I adore Him and look up to Him with happy expectation… panting almost…a dog panting- that is what I’ve become!!!  I happily wag my tail and slobber all over, contentedly!  I am like Dora in Dickens’ David Copperfield.  Oh!  How I used to abhor her!  And now I AM her!  With my earthly husband and with my Kinsman Redeemer… with my good and holy Father in heaven… I am content to just hold their pens! 

All of that to say-

God is so very good!  I love Him more than I could hope to describe!!!  The really neat thing about it is that He loves me more than I can ever hope to fathom!

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Just so you know…

There is NOTHING “hotter” than a man walking in the door, excited about his King and bursting with desire to open the Scriptures with his wife… to gush and revel in the beauty and majesty and power and sovereignty and supremacy and love and mercy and justice and grace and patience and goodness and holiness and faithfulness of God.  There is nothing (on earth) more intimate than guzzling the Living Water in enormous gulps, with your (tangible) beloved.  What pleasure!  What delight!

I’m off… to drink in more!  After my moments of discontent earlier tonight, my God has  blessed me OVERabundantly… Away Charles and I go… to sit at our Savior’s feet!

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I know… nuts, isn’t it?!?  All of this study about contentment… and I’ve been delighting in my King and I’ve been GENUINELY content… and now… here I am… being selfish and DIScontent!

RAMBLING

Charles is off studying eschatology and the competing theories of the end times.  I’m here… because I didn’t have a babysitter, and while I could have brought the children (the study is at my parents’ tonight)… well… I was just being a brat, really.  My feelings were hurt, and so I opted for pouting and blogging over digging into the precious Word of God!  I’m so DUMB!  And NOW… rather than going and spending this great quiet time digging into my Bible, just us (me and my King)… I’m pouting and typing and being discontent that I have to stay here and not be there and blah blah blah blah blah!  I’m such a dork!  I don’t even really care about “the end times”… well… I care… but it isn’t HUGE to me.  I’m (as a friend once said) a “PAN-millennialist”… God is SOVEREIGN and “it will all pan out in the end!”  Even so… I LOVE to just read and learn and grow… and there are so many conflicting thoughts/theories.  Men who I love and admire differ… I would love to know the intricacies of it all.  I would love to apply biblical hermeneutics and really study every “jot and tittle”.  *sigh*  I would love to listen to well-taught, well-studied, learned and godly men in discussion.  It’s especially glorious to listen to conversation that is purely Christ-centered… each man wanting God to be glorified when his hypothesis is realized…  and here I am… being a momma… a DIScontent momma.  God WANTS me to be a momma… minus the discontent bit.  Why am I in a funk?  I know…  I’m thinking ONLY of ME.  Blah!  I’m so gross!  This is yucky!  I MUST stop!  I need my God to get rid of my flesh… I need to look to the Lamb and rest, again, at the feet of my King!  What better place is there?  *giggle* I LOVE you, LORD! Thank you!  I get to come and be with You!  THAT is the TRUE desire of my heart!  With YOU (eschatology or no) I am HAPPY and CONTENT!!!  Yay!  I am on my way!  I am ready to ruminate, a cow… chewing her cud joyfully… with calm delight!

Okay… I am content, because my God is faithful!

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