Bottom line: too much clutter. (Let’s be real now. Is it hoarding???)

And just as my house needs to be decluttered, so does my mind/brain. I have too much stuff everywhere. There. I said it. My husband, who might stumble upon this, just clapped. I am sure. And a smiling “I told you” probably accompanied that clap.

My heart is so full, I can feel it about to burst. So much that I had to write this down. No pen, no paper… I went to my blog.

There is an urgency to BE with God more… to pray…read..

Refreshing.

It feels really great to be a part of such a wonderful organization that is devoted to  helping women aspire to their full potential. Where else can you start your Business for only $75 (around $88.28 with S&H) and get the tools you need to start earning income. AND the amount of support and training you get is absolutely amazing. I am blown away.

Which coincides with Joyce Meyer’s book “Power Thoughts” which I am listening to through her audiobook I borrowed from the Library (which is a whole other topic in itself).

“It is impossible to change our lives unless we change our thoughts.”  Alongside her statements in “Battlefield of the Mind,” she reminds us that “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.” Prov 23:7

We must renew our thoughts daily. We must surrender them to Christ. If you think positively, you will be a positive person. If you think negatively, you will be a negative person.

It starts in the Mind. “Think about what you are thinking,” Joyce says.

Rom 12:2 says “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is — his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

So think about it. What kind of thoughts occupy your mind? You have control over what goes and STAYS in there. You have the power to CLEAN out negative thought patterns.

You CAN do it!

I had the best time making my 2 yr old daughter’s birthday cake. It was of a barnyard complete with pigs, cows and chicks…minus the silo that kept falling over.

As soon as I figure out how to upload the pictures, I will post here and give instructions.

And of course, I will credit the source.

Until then…just keep swimming…just keep swimming (Dory from Nemo)

I believe this speaks to my spirit today, and to many others feeling dry and a bit like a “bag o’ bones” on the ground.

I had a diary once. My mom and I read through it (though I don’t think it was her first time :)  not too long ago and about died laughing at a) the huge gaps between days and b) the references to “I hate my mother but I love Mrs. Baker” — My 6th grade math teacher. What was that about? I hate math. But I remember Mrs. Baker. She was awesome. I remember being embarrased to give her the note from my father after he helped (heh) me with my homework. The notes went something like this “Dear Mrs Baker, the answers in the back of the book to problem #’s 1, 2, 3 (examples) are wrong.” And then would follow a few lines of how that problems should have been constructed.

I think I was the teachers pet though. Go figure.

Anyhow, that’s enough for today, Diary.

I am tired of feeling 12.

TTFN!

April

I went to the bookstore today. I love books. I love reading. Bookstores have a love/hate relationship with my “self”. More like the Mother Roller coaster ride of all times. They make me happy and excited at all the possibilities to devote my time too. And they make me hate my self at the same time, thinking “I will NEVER get to all these books! This book tells me I should be doing this and that with my 3 yr old by now and I haven’t even done the “this”. Headache forming. Self worth shrinking. Then I see a book on time management and I think “oh, I could do that suggestion.” And hope struggles to climb the ladder out of despair. The deep abyss I have let myself wind down in to.

I have to laugh at myself. A good, hearty laugh. And then a smirk. It’s funny how you can get so excited, energized even, over the things that you “want to do” and then in the next minute, the pieces of the flesh colored balloon head fall to the ground over the things you “should do.”

Then I got an idea. “Why don’t I pick a book and blog on it?” You know. Buy XYZ book and read it and follow it and blog on it…oh yeah. Wasn’t that a movie called “Julie/Julia” or something like that? I swear I had the idea first.

“Celebrate the little things.

Celebrate progress.

Celebrate each day. Find things to celebrate.”

A wedding is the obvious celebration of two people being joined together. Sadly, statistics say that, what…50% of married couples (?) don’t continue to celebrate staying married?

I don’t want to be a statistic.

I have reason to celebrate. I think my husband is awesome. He’s such a gift from God. He’s funny. Intelligent. Witty. And oh-so-sexy!

So I am taking my own advice and celebrating.

(I.A.G.)

It’s All Good.