Not Glass, but... (from the homefront)

Remember the story of the glass? That was on Saturday, and here we are on Thursday and I was thinking just this morning about how some good came out of the whole escapade. I mean, my fridge has not been so clean in months, under my sink was thoroughly cleaned for the first time in five years (I could not bear to have Chris install the new garbage disposal in the state it was in), my friend Sheri ordered us a new shelf that is UNBREAKABLE for the fridge, and, we got a NEW garbage disposal. Blessings all the way around.

Linda brought us a delicious meal tonight - really yummy Hawaiian fare - so I put on a pot of coffee- as is my evening ritual- and as I was setting the table, I open the fridge to find that one of my children, who shall not be named, had opened a new large bottle of apple juice and laid it on it's side in the fridge rather than placing it upright. It had emptied, pouring over onto every shelf and into every drawer, spilling over onto the floor. Bummer. So I turn around to get a rag and see that the entire pot of coffee had brewed with the carafe incorrectly placed and flowed out onto the cabinets and, yes, completely trailed down, filling the cupboards under the sink with coffee. My coffee. Can you imagine?

But, it led me to clean even better, and I found a few remnants of glass; and who knows? Maybe that saved someones foot from a big owie.

Today I got to have rare time alone with Kyndall (the teenager) where we went thrift store shopping. We really had fun together. She is so much like I was, if you add in caution and innocence (I think). She is so wild and artsy and funny. She reminds me of a teen girl Jim Carey. Cracks me up. I found a never worn pair of Nordstrom shoes at the Goodwill for $7 that I love - so I bought them. How great is that? I colored her hair the other day. I lightened it a little more than I wanted to, and it is wild - watch out Todd! She loves it, and it is too damaged to redo it. She gets complements and comments everywhere we go. Great Grandma saw her yesterday and turned and walked away. She said, "Kyndall, you scared me - no that is not my Kyndall, no no no no." Poor Grandma. I am glad I met Grandma after I had toned down. If she thinks Kyndall is scary, she would have ducked for cover when I came in the room. The Lord redeems!!!!!!! Pray for Kyndall! She is quite a girl.

Tonight we had a very sweet time of family prayer for Todd and the team in Sudan. May God move in the hearts of many! Todd, I pray that your spirit is lit on fire - holy fire - so that many would be healed, see visions, dream dreams, come to faith - not because of you, but because of the Saviour. And, I pray that they would KNOW that it was the work of Jesus, the Christ- not Todd, the guy.

I love you, Todd!

Thanks to all of you friends for your encouragement - and for letting me vent via the blog!