Should I go for it?

So I am being presented the opportunity to make more money in a direct sales company. I am afraid and excited at the same time. My Aunt is encouraging me and I am really considering it. I guess ultimately it has to be right for me. It has to fit my family, create substantial income and give me freedom even when it demands my time. I know God is opening doors for me right now and I feel like I am on the brink of a possibility. For some reason though I feel insignificant and like I am defeated from the start. Why is that? I need to have the confidence that ultimately I can do what God places in my heart to do. I want to have the opportunity to make money for my family beyond my full time job. I envision myself making good money at each show and coming home saying "guess what honey, I made 500.00 tonight!" I hope that this will be a good solid choice. I know that this is going to be what I make it. I can do difficult... God is with me... Good night everyone. I know it is time to go get in the bed when spelling is hard for me and typing si harder... opps. Ha.

Met in the Stairwell

Met in the Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news, Sept. 11, 2001. Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-bye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home -- only believe on Me now."
I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there. Comforting and assuring them that their Faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me? I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name-though they did NOT all know Me. Some met me for the first time on the 100th floor. Some sought me out in their last breath. Some couldn't hear me calling to them throughout the smoke and flames, "Come to Me...this way...take my hand." Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day--you may not know why, But I DO. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me? September 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go." I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God

September 11th, 2007

Where has the time gone? Today sort of stops me in my tracks and makes me solemn. I hurt for those whom today is a memory of a loss. I remember being a teacher that day and hearing the news from a fellow teacher. The first thing I thought and said was "Shut up, that is a bad joke." After she told me it wasn't a joke I had an intense fear, dread, and hope for those who were in the midst of it all. I know that God was with me that day. I thought of Him and His hand and asked that he move and keep those safe that needed his safety and prayed for my family that we would all survive this day of attack. I remember filling up my gas tank because it was reported that gas was going to skyrocket. I remember the way that I held my daughter once I picked her up from the daycare that day. What a day, what a tradgedy. Read my next post for a touching poem I heard read on the radio this morning called Met in the Stairwell...

Lots of love to all.

Are you a Mom?

So before I head off to bed I was thinking. I am glad to be Jameson and Mackenzie's Mom. What a lucky girl I am! It is funny to me that Jameson is becoming all boy lately. In two week's time he busted his lip, eye and got kicked in the nose by a child on a swing. He loves Spiderman and wants to play all day with cars and Monster trucks...

Mackenzie is my drama queen. She loves to please people and make friends. I have to get onto her all the time about talking to strangers. She can find something to say to anyone.

She is in first grade and so responsible! I am blessed, happy and exhausted. I am glad to be a Mom but boy if I don't get in the bed, I am going to be cranky, frustrated and exhausted. Lots of love!

late at night on a weekday

So it is 11:51 PM and I am wiped out. I have a lot on my mind so I am winding down by doing my first blog. Tonight I had a typical married Mommy night. After getting home from work at 7:00 PM I helped Jay with dinner--Salmon Salad with Honey Balsalmic dressing, and then worked to get the kids in bed. I helped Mackenzie with her homework (symmetry worksheet) and then helped Jameson and her to get to bed. It was a typical night and even though I am so tired, I can't go to sleep just yet. I still need to lay out our clothes, get together Mackenzie's lunch, and figure out what I need to wear under my pretty blue smock!

At the end of my weeknights I am exhausted but pleased that I have worked the way I have. There is a sense of completion at the end of my evening but I am way too busy to worry about my nails, hair etc. I have to make the time for me. I hope if you are reading this that you are taking time for yourself and that you get in touch with me! Take care!