Tuesday, November 25, 2014

40 things I love about this man

40. He doesn't like to see me upset and tries to make me feel better.
39. He adjusts his schedule to work from home when the kids are sick or I have a professional development day.  (And occasionally, he will do this just so I can go scrapbook!)
38. He wants to run away with me-preferably somewhere tropical with fruity drinks.
37.  He buys me ice cream on dates.  Sometimes he buys me ice cream for no reason at all.
36.  Whenever we are near each other, he reaches for my hand when someone starts to pray.  It is a small but significant way to show we are united in Christ.
35.  He kills spiders and other creepy-crawly things that find their way into the house.
34.  He is awesome at woodworking, and he makes me cool things.
33.  He checks the air in my tires and fixes them to keep me safe.
32.  He is really good at fixing all kinds of things.
31.  He changes light bulbs.  (That may not be a big deal to some, but it is to someone of my height!)
30.  He starts and ends EVERY SINGLE DAY by reading his Bible.
29.  He helps the kids get ready every morning.
28.  He tells me I am beautiful, smart, and more.  (Things I definitely don't feel on my own.)
27.  He prays for me.
26.  He cooks a steak better than most restaurants.
25.  Inside jokes.
24.  He spoils me rotten on birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, and other occasions for gift giving.
23.  We have history together--great times, tough times, and many other times in between. 
22.  He inspires me to be a better person.
21.  He works hard.  Really hard.  Super hard.  In everything he does.
20.  His relationship with God is a priority in his life.
19.  We make a great team.
18.  We balance each other out.
17.  He wrestles the kids, which they LOVE!  I believe this is special gift that God bestows upon Daddies. 
16.  He understands the importance of having a little time to myself.  Whether it be hanging out with friends or letting me scrapbook or just needing to be myself for a bit, he never makes me feel guilty about that.
15.  He fell in love with me when I was still broken from my first marriage.  He loved me enough to work through a lot of that pain and sorrow with me.  Even when he got blamed for things that were clearly not his fault, he stuck by me and helped me deal with it.
14.  He says what he thinks.  Although sometimes I don't want to hear what he thinks (particularly when his opinion might be completely opposite of mine), I never have to guess where he stands.
13.  He can talk about God to others in ways that I could never dream of.
12.  He gives the best hugs.
11.  He is fiercely loyal to his family and friends.
10.  He makes me laugh.
9.  He stands up for me when he sees me being treated unfairly.
8.  He supports me in big and small ways.
7.  He reads my blog whenever I ask him to, even though reading is not his thing.
6.  He is a financial wizard. A few years ago our church offered the Financial Peace classes.  Several people asked me if we were going to do it.  I was able to tell them, "I don't really see the point of doing the class.  I'm already married to Dave Ramsey."
5. He sees the good in me, when I can't see it in myself.
4.  He is a terrific father.
3.  He is generous with his time.
2.  He loves me.  All of me.
1.  He loves God.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Be Still and Know That I Am God.

Be still and know that I am God.  

I have the second part of this down.  I know my God.  I know who He is.  I know His power.  I know He can and does perform miracles.  I know He is my comforter, my peace, my protection.   I don't have much trouble with this part.

Be still.  That is the part I have trouble with.  Be still.  I am never still.  From the moment I get up to the last minute before I crash back into bed, I am busy.  I am not saying I am anymore busy than anyone else.  I just know that I am busy.  

Be still.  As I am rushing from one thing to the next, I hear it.  Be still.

As I am trying to make lunches and shove a load of laundry in before I head to work, I hear it again.

I eat lunch at my desk almost every day while I try to make lesson plans, score assessments, answer emails, and whatever other sixteen things need to be done, it is there again.  Be still.

After school is a whirlwind of getting everything ready for the next day, checking homework, signing reading logs, and now walking a mile or more.

At home the pace continues...kids' activities, make dinner, more laundry, dishes, baths and bedtime routines for kids, finish a crochet project or two.  (Even my "relaxing" time is spent with my hands busily in motion.)

Be still.

Each morning I set aside each day to spend with God.  It too is filled with activity.  I read my daily passages; I journal; I blog; I work through different studies.  I tell God my prayer requests and my praises.  But seldom, if ever, do I just sit and listen to what He might want to tell me.

These are all good things that I am doing, but God keeps whispering to me, "Be still and know that I am God.  Be still and know that I am with you."  

I hear it.  I just haven't figured out how to do it yet.  So for now, I am thinking about Being Still.  

That's all I have time for.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Praying Over My Stapler

Tired.  Exhausted.  Overwhelmed.  Overworked.  Anxious.  Irritable.  Annoyed.  Overly sensitive.  Stressed.  Frantic.  Even a bit feverish and nauseous.

These are all things that describe me today.  Not loving those descriptions, but I think they are accurate.  So, at least, I can say that I am being honest about where I am in this particular moment.
I am feeling like even the smallest thing could put me over the edge right now.

With that being said, I just found myself in a battle with my long-arm stapler as I tried to put some books together.  This is not the first time I have done battle with this device.  I staple one time, and then I have to spend at least a minute and a fair amount of strength wrestling it back to where it can function to get one more staple out of it.  Repeat this about thirty-five times, and you can probably see my frustration.  I do not have the time, energy, or patience to deal with this today.  The stapler is winning.  

Just seconds before I went into a sobbing mess that would potentially lead me to a nervous breakdown, I actually had the wisdom to stop.  I took a deep breath.  And another one.  And one more for good measure.  Then I prayed over my stapler.  Yes, you read that right.  I prayed over my stapler.  "Please, God, would you fix my stapler?  I know this seems silly, but I just can't deal with this right this minute.  I know you have the power.  Would you please, please just fix this stupid thing for me?"

Does my God care about my stapler?  I think He does.  The stapler crisis was important to me, and He cares about me.  So, the stapler is important to Him too, because He loves me.  Why should I bother my great big God with something so small as a stapler?  After all, doesn't He have bigger problems to be taking care of than that?  Shouldn't I just deal with it?

The point is this: I wasn't dealing with it.  I was in a tailspin, a whirlwind of negative emotions.  Everything was crashing in on me.  I was in a place of desperation.  (Yes, I do recognize that a stapler should not be the source of so much desperation.)

God cares about me.  He doesn't want me to be desperate and in a tizzy over the things in my life that seek to control me.  He is the Prince of Peace, peace which I so needed.

God could have chosen to fix my stapler.  He didn't.  After I prayed over my stapler, it didn't work any better than before.  Disappointing, huh?  Not really.  Because He chose to change me.  That was the answer to my prayer today.  As I continued to wrestle with my stapler, He changed my heart.  I recited the 23rd Psalm.  Then there were praise songs in my head that just had to be sung out loud.  

I finished stapling those books and went to do something else.  I almost giggled when my other stapler didn't work any better than the first one.

"Cast all your anxieties (even pesky staplers) on Him because He cares for you." 
1 Peter 5:7

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thank You, Veterans!

I just wanted to extend my personal heartfelt gratitude to all of the men and women who have served in the armed forces for our country.  Thank you, thank you, a thousand thank yous for all that you did in the name of securing our freedom and protecting our liberties.

I especially wanted to take a moment to honor the ones who are the most near and dear to my heart.

My dad, David Taylor (Marine Corps)
Uncle Bill Twitchel (Air Force)
Uncle Ben Twitchel (Marine Corps)
Uncle Curtis Twitchel (Navy), Grandpa Tom Twitchel (Marine Corps)

Uncle Francis Twitchel

Brother Jon Taylor (Marine Corps)
Cousin Scott Taylor (Army)
Cousin Byron King
Uncle Finis King

My handsome husband Todd Tellman (National Guard)

I would also like to honor the ones for whom I do not have pictures:  Russell "Butch" Tellman, Don Tellman, and Guy Howard.

Thank you, Veterans!  Thank you for all you have done and continue to do.  God Bless You and God Bless America!