Stronger Every Day

I hope that this Blog will make you laugh, cry, and pray. I am not any stronger by my own power. I am not stronger by my own experiences. I am stronger every day that I lean on Jesus, My Savior, My Strength, My Friend.

06 February 2010

Off to the races…well maybe another day…

Ok. I REALLY wanted to head downtown to see the start of the Yukon Quest this morning, but I guess my body wasn’t looking forward to standing out in the cold to watch 300 dogs run down the frozen river. Yes, I slept until 9:30 this morning. Yes, I know that the race started at 11am. While I can usually wake up and get ready in about an hour, I just wasn’t feeling it this morning. Coupled with the fact that I didn’t really know where I was supposed to go for parking or watching the start… I lived with the illusion that we could make it in time until about 10:30. I was still getting dressed. My husband came into our room, and I confessed to him that I was done trying to rush us out the door.
We have since decided that we are  going to head out today, but not to the races.
We have all gotten a lot of requests for pictures of our beautiful town, so we are going to go drive around town and take pictures. We are also going to take some pictures of the other member of the family, Monte. Monte is Darren’s vehicle, the 1995 Mitsubishi Montero that we acquired right before we left Fort Hood. Monte has had a lot of adventures with us. He brought us to the St.Lewis Arch, Mount Rushmore, carried us safely through Canada, and protected us as we followed an ATV trail down the back side of Birch Hill.
So look for some more pictures in the “Where’s Monte?” folder on my facebook profile.

05 February 2010

Knocked Down Again!

Have you ever noticed that as we get older and busier, we forget to notice the friends from the past that have gotten us through the hard times? I was noticing that today. I have had two incredibly bad days in a row, and just when I thought it was getting better… WHAM!!!! Knocked down again!
I was thinking about the times when I have been knocked down before, and who was there to give me a hand getting back on my feet. First there was my parents, when I was little, my parents were there to help me stand and walk. In grade school I had a couple of girlfriends that sometimes helped me, and sometimes helped me get into trouble. Even more, friends and trouble, awaited me in high school and college. But I could not really count on these people to be there all the time and in all situations.
I have grown up some since then, and although I don’t find as much trouble as I have found friends, there is still not one person that is truly there for me all the time. Not one person! But I have found that there is something that I can always  reach out to when I need a hand getting back on my feet.
I am certainly a different person than I was when my parents held my hands as I took my first steps. I am taller, more experienced, and I weigh a little more than I did when I was a baby. They don’t hold my hand every step I take. I still call them sometimes when I am having problems getting out of a pit. But they are not my most faithful friend.
I have two fantastic “Battle Buddies" that survived the ‘06 –‘08 deployment with me. They are the first people, besides my family, to know of anything major happening in my life, but they are not my most faithful friend.
Some of the girlfriends that helped me find trouble probably wouldn’t recognize the person I have become. I have a hard time recognizing the person that I was. And I have my most true friend to thank for that.
I have found myself talking to my friend a lot the past two days. I keep reaching out to the best friend I have ever had. He has been there for me, even before I was born. My friend, Jesus, has been there, and He has lifted me up again and again, even when I didn’t reach out to Him. I have learned to lean on Him, because He is, was, and always will be there for me. Jesus is my most faithful friend.
Yes, I have been knocked down, over and over again the past two days. I have even felt like I have been kicked by some of my friends while I have been down the past two days. But when I remembered to get on my knees while I was down there… my Best Friend reached down and helped me get back on my feet again.

04 February 2010

I'm just sayin'...

Got this in an e-mail...
"Let's see here. I need to shower, shave, eat some oatmeal (it keeps my cholesterol down), put on my new 'Obama: Change we can believe in" T-shirt', grab my 9 and a few rounds, hold up a convenience store, and then go buy some crack..

New Fashion Rage In Police Mug Shots, These are actual Police Photos.

Just think about this for a second: Did you ever see anyone arrested wearing a Bush T-shirt, or for you older guys, an Eisenhower, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, or even Nixon, or Bob Dole shirt..

There MUST be a message here, but I can't quite grasp it. Maybe you can help me out here...

02 February 2010