Its 3 and Maxwell is awake on the floor in my room. 

I'd like to share what it taught me about my upbringing and my value in Christ today.  I know God has taken me and molded me into a woman closer to what pleases him and not the world.  I was raised to see my worth only in a skinny, athletic femi-nazi body.  (just to let you know God stopped the athletic part with my accident, thank you Lord)  I did not graduate my senior year in HS because I flunked home-ec.  I saw cooking and home duties as useless.  Today I love that reguardless of my bad attitude towards children and headship, God still blessed me with both.  I learn so much more about my relationship with God and my husband through this article but this is a public forum and I'm not comfortable sharing.  Please enjoy the following article:

Pray we have a house showing tonight.

The Tomboy

Nancy Wilson

From time to time I hear parents refer to a daughter as a tomboy. They may say it with a bit of parental pride or with a tone of grave concern. Either way, the term tomboy can encompass many things. To one parent it may mean her daughter loves to ride her bicycle and play outside. She may hate fussy, fluffy dresses, and she may dislike dolls all together. But to another parent the term may mean her daughter wants to wear camouflage pants and combat boots to church and dreams of growing up to be a soldier. Obviously, these are very different. And of course there are all kinds of variations in between. What kinds of behavior should be alarming to a Christian parent? What sort of "tomboyish" behavior should be of no concern?

I did my favorite thing today.  I went to the mall with the boys.  Maxwell wanted a new game for his playstation, so he traded in 4 games he had beat.  He did that, then we went to look at the Hallmark Christmas ornaments.  That is my favorite thing to do.  I love to look at Christmas decorations.  I notice a new Charlie Brown ornament

  I love Charlie Brown because the first year I met Steve I was very poor.  I was living in a sweet little apartment but I could not afford a tree.  Actually I never even thought about decorating my apartment before.   Steve took me out and bought me a tree (but I said I'd only let him buy a cheap Charlie Brown tree).  He bought musical lights (those burnt out a few years back)  I started telling him "you're a good man Charlie Brown" and he'd say "you're a good woman Lucy".  The next Christmas, we started collecting ornaments.  My sister called me and said "I found a CB ornament"  I told her I had too.  Then Christmas morning he opened her ornament first and to our surprise he said "thank you for the Linus ornament".  My sister and I both argued that he was wrong but the box clearly said "Linus" but my family said "that's ok because Heather bought a CB ornament too"  unfortunately my sister and I went to the same school to learn to read.  We had bought the same "Linus" ornament and thought it was CB.  I've never made that mistake again. 

During Hurricane Jeane, I made Steve a CB quilt because I did not know what else to do. 

I'm still sick.  My head is stuffed up and my body is very weak.  Maxwell's doctor called in a prescription for him today because his ears hurt.  I'm sure I'll be better soon.

I'm reading the Call of the Wild with the boys.  I had never read it before but it is a great boy book.  I read an article by Nancy Wilson about Tom-Boys and I will share about that later.  It made me really think but I want to process my thoughts first. 

Its 6:30 and our battery is dead.  We have been waiting for AAA.  The kids are disappointed and I'm blogging.

Last night was long.  @9:15 the streets were lit up with a fire truck and an ambulance.  They were there removing buddy.  He had fallen and cracked his head open.  We did not know why they were there at first and both of us were very nervous.  I would have gone down to see what had happened but I'm just the cookie lady.  I sat and prayed. Steve was kneeling in the shadows of our garage praying.  I like Steve, he always surprises me.  

OOOOOOOOOOOO their here. Bye.

We went over to Buddy's house yesterday.  We had a nice time and he was grateful to have friends visiting.  Our kids asked as soon as we got home  "Did you tell him about Christ, did his heart change?"  I'm glad they understand the greatest need but Steve explained that we need to be his friend first and then he'll be more receptive to any conversation about God.  I got thinking about it and he's right.  We are there to meet a need for Buddy but the greater need will come through that relationship.  Oh he loved the banana bread.  We actually did not have beer or coffee.  I made a big banana bread and gave his family 1/2.  We just let him tell us about his home and life.  He asked what happen to me and why I'm in a wheelchair.  I told him but not the whole story yet.  Praise God that the door is opened. 

Thanks for praying.

Being in a situation where someone is dying again makes me so grateful for my Lord and Savior.  I'm so grateful that K had Margaret (thank you Conrad) and Nan to help her out.  I'm grateful for the peace and the laughter we all shared.  We are so grateful for all God gave us through scrabble, hurricanes and cancer.  The other day I was talking to Steve about how great God was to show Frank the cancer in his foot.  I said "Imagine if they hadn't found it when they did he might have died"  (clearly I meant sooner) but Steve looked at me all serious and said "He did die".  Then he just started laughing at my sentence.