A morning in the life of someone who wants some quiet time:)

They say or at least a song is titled, "Girls Just Want Have Fun." But not so, with me, I just want some peace and quiet. It always seems like there is a conspiracy to destroy any chance of my having quiet time in the morning. I had already surmised that the animals were taking over the house, when I came down and Willow, Ashley's Weimaraner, was on one couch and Gypsy, the "outdoor" cat on the other. Meanwhile the hissing cat, Scarlette, was at the table where I have my morning devotions set up.

Shooing the dog off the couch and the cat out of my chair, and I must say she didn't go willingly, snarling and hissing while jumping down, I got my Bible and devotional books out. Oh, early morning quiet, coffee and the Lord. All is well.

But the stillness of the morning enhances the pitter patter of Weimaraner feet. Pacing back and forth, back and forth.
"Willow, go to bed!" She pranced off only to come back, pacing. I opened the door to let her out; maybe she needed a potty break.

Well, that didn't take long.

"Willow, go to bed!" She scurried off and then back again. You would have to own a Weimaraner to know how the sound of webbed feet on wooden floors can be totally distracting as they pace. Finally, she laid down beside me. I had my quiet time at last.
It wasn't until I went to the computer later that I found out why Willow didn't pass go, collect $200 or go to bed. There sat Scarlette in all her glory, hissing, snarling and living rent -free in Willow's bed. Sorry, Willow, I guess, you tried. I guess I won't feed you "monkey medicine"* today.

A morning in the life of someone who wants some quiet time:) Or maybe this should be titled "Give me patience and quiet Lord, and give it right now!"

*Monkey medicine is a whole different story of Presley, Shiloh's dog, the Oklahoma trip, and the movie, Rise of the Planet of the Apes 2 . Maybe I'll blog about that one day. Or instead I'll blog about sweet hubby, who after losing 35 pounds, decides to let the beep of the microwave, the opening of the refrigerator, the sound of the stove interrupt my quiet time. At 6:15 this morning, he just had to have the leftover polish sausage, peppers and onions, a hot dog, and pasta salad. He starves himself all week to keep that new trim body, but does his weekend splurge have to start so early in the morning?

OK for a scripture to try to redeem this different kind of blog:

"Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the LORD delivers him out of them all". Psalm 34:19

And a song by Selah: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4cWQobG6tQ
Hope I have made you smile, today.

Of Roses, Thorns and the Pain of Blooming

‎"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." ~Anais Nin
I love the above quote and wish I had written it! Years ago a friend who moves in prophecy said I was a rose whose thorns would prick the hearts of men. My goal is to be a sweet fragrance of the Lord but if I have to prick some hearts along the way to get the truth out, it is in God’s hands. We hope that His offer of love and support for our lives and the lives of our loved ones wiill get through and they will see for themselves that we can’t run from what He created us for. To give Him glory.
Some weeks seem harder than others. When those you love are hurting, when people you love unexpectanlty end up in the hospital, when it started off with one daughter in an accident, from last Friday until today seemed a bit long. Amber was operated on for back problems when she was just 18 and being rear-ended was no help in that department. Bill lives with chronic pain and the VA is very slow in helping.

Many problems in our extended family and being so far away from them makes me sad, that I can’t be there and give them a hug or comfort.
I’ve found that music is balm for the soul and I recommend playing happy songs, soulful songs, hippie songs and most of all songs of praise to our Lord, Jesus Christ.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW_3kHHvk8M&feature=fvwrel
Sometimes we hurt so much for those we love that all we can do is weep with them and then pray. So, that is what I will do; I will agree to pray and love and press on. Why don’t you join me?