At some point in my sleep I realized the smell I haven’t been able to identify or remove from my house for the last 2 days must be the pineapple sitting on the kitchen counter, and it totally haunted all the rest of my sleep and kept waking me up.
So guess who is really, really going to enjoy her 2 cups of coffee this morning?
This weekend has been crazy busy already, and there’s one more day to go.
I’ve got my feet up and I just downed a glass of wine. Kiddo snuggles on the couch in front of RDj as Sherlock Holmes. Bedtime mercifully soon.
Spent 8hrs walking around Gatlinburg today meeting & talking to the locals. Got 2 spa nights out of it and made 13 other contacts we can go back and talk to again! People were so much nicer there than they are in the tiny town I live in. It was an amazing confidence booster to practice talking to people, where they were kind and interested back!
Totally excited to see my business moving forward, even if I’m still navigating the fog of the learning curve!
We drive down back roads, just a little too fast in the curves.
The night air is cool and strong, and smells like cinnamon through the woods.
The radio is a little too loud, the bass a little too strong, thumping out the beat, and I suddenly remember what it felt like to be very young, to not live in pain, and to be very much in love.
It’s nice to know some things never change.
Things have been busy around here!
I’ve had 2 Discover Arbonne meetings this week with ladies who’re interested in the business! I’m so excited! Things are happening, even if they’re happening slowly.
I took the kids to a huge kid themed party in downtown Knoxville today. They had so much fun! They thanked me all the way home.
I was too tired to grocery shop afterward, and I feel like I’ve been beaten.
Bananas make a good dinner, right?
I don’t have the energy for knit night and I don’t have anything I’m actively knitting.
Sitting in a quiet house, making pasta salad for dinner and about to watch Torchwood. I will be something other than a blob tomorrow.
It’s been suggested to menthat next time I should get red glasses.
Yesterday was a trial. I went to the Dr thinking I had an ovarian cyst, and left with a diagnosis for another autoimmune disease—Interstitial Cystitis. Which diesn’t really change anything, except because of the test I feel like my guts are on FIRE and having to urinate yesterday made me want to die.
It also means I get to go more hard core on the IC smart diet I’ve been half-heartedly eaten for almost a year, as well as add a few more medications to my daily routine or at least 2 and some in-office treatments.
Add that to day 2 of my late-so-heavy cycle and I kind of just want to go to bed for a week.
The kids and I just covered my bed with laundry. The Husbeast is going to take them to taekwondo in a bit and I think I’m going to go to knit night at the yarn shop.
I love the changes and growth I’m seeing in my life!!
Like the fact that having a conversation with a complete stranger now leaves me smiling, when before it would have left me in a panic attack!
I had some great time with Jesus this morning, and with my kids at the library this afternoon! There was a magic show complete with face painting and balloon animals.
Now we’re home, fed and I’m showered. Going to lie in the quiet for a few minutes and see if this coffee will help my headache (and maybe the rest will help my shoulders and knees?) before it’s time to go love on some kids at church!
The pastor at church was talking today about how if you’re not serving, you won’t ever reach your full potential. He actually said for people to get off their “blessed assurance” and go help someone. Serve somewhere. Stack chairs, watch kids, direct traffic.
I’ve been having a hard time because our church is really big on if you’re a regular attendee, you need to have a spot where you serve. For the last 2 years I’ve been on the information team. We greet people as they come in, and help new people find their way around, answer any questions, etc. Things have been so busy lately that I’ve been unable to fulfill my commitment to this and so we’ve amicably parted ways.
I’ve been thinking over areas where they might need help and if I could do it, when I could do it with our already busy schedule, etc…
until Pastor Chris said that some servants are vocational—they get paid for their ministry, while some servants are volunteer. Either count. Both “count.” It depends on the attitude of your heart!!!
This hit me right between the eyes. I’ve been struggling with my job, not knowing how much longer I could stick it out, etc. The one reason I haven’t wanted to quit is because I’ve had ministry leaders come up and thank me for my work in childcare because when peoples’ children are well cared for, it frees up their minds and time to get ministered to themselves. We change and help families grow from top to bottom.
That’s it!! That’s where I serve. If I shift my focus, change my mental wording, and start treating it like the ministry it is and doing my work as if I am serving the Lord and others, I think my entire outlook on my work will change.
Let’s see shall we?