I want to see myself as Christ sees me,
eyes that see His love,
eyes that see His truth.
Then
I want to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT,
like look around me with
eyes that reflect His love,
eyes that convey His truth.
Linking up at Scripture and a Snapshot
Be blessed,
Ginger
1. Unbelievably, it is only Tuesday. I feel like we’ve been in school for weeks rather than days.
2. I have worked out on the elliptical twice this week (doctor’s suggestion) with minimal ankle pain. Yay!
3. Three more weeks of Breaking Free; we’re in the nuts and bolts part—the doing-the-thing part—where it gets real. Pray hard.
4. I heart gardens with fresh vegetables. Okra, butter beans, and tomatoes on the menu tonight.
5. I double-heart signs of maturity in my kids. Hold on, weary mama. God is faithful.
6. Yes, I know that tomorrow I may have to take that one back. Just not the last part.
7. Good news: low humidity.
8. Bad news: no rain in forecast
9. Basement renovations coming along nicely! Hint: it’s orange. I like it.
10. Make that nine things; the pork chops are burning!
Be blessed,
Ginger
After a thousand petty annoyances that have made this week a tough one, the LORD has shown up in a situation near to my heart.
I want to share it with you, because someone needs to hear that God is still in the miracle-working, radical-healing business.
My sweet, sweet friend, who calls herself my “arm-holder-upper” (like Aaron and Hur were for Moses) when I’m speaking, has struggled all summer with her husband’s cancer diagnosis.
Long story short: a mass the size of a basketball (you read that correctly), 1st round of chemo while in still in ICU, last round of chemo leaving him weak and severely anemic. Told last week that more chemo would kill him, and surgery on the remaining cancer poised enormous, unacceptable risks.
They traveled half-way across the country this week to meet with the nationally-recognized specialist for his type of cancer.
The verdict after all the tests:
(drum-roll, please)
what his doctors thought was cancer was
scar tissue
from the tumor.
He can consider himself cured.
The LORD be praised!
His wonders have.not.ceased.
Take that one to the spiritual bank, girlfriend.
Be blessed,
Ginger
Regularly scheduled programming
will return in a few days.
“One-Legged Woman Crafts, Part II” will be back soon with the Big Table Reveal.
Crafting has been delayed by the start of
(Picture from pinterest, which is keeping me waaay too entertained lately.)
school.
Be blessed,
Ginger
Because I
a) have been basically useless at my house for a month, and
b) am about to go back to school,
I decided it was high time for me to figure out how to get something done.
Projects are multiplying around here like rabbits, especially since we are in the midst of a basement renovation.
Anyway, here's my small contribution to home improvement.
I found some frames at the thrift store:
I threw away the tacky seventies artwork, but two frames had these lovely old-fashioned botanical prints. They got to stay.
Notice my high-tech tools for removing old nails from the backs of the frames.
My trusty assistants set up this foot-friendly painting area in the shade.
Where it was still 90 degrees.
The feet you see belong to this creature (Persie),
and this one (Pepsi, World’s Homeliest Dog, who wouldn’t stand still for a picture).
I have big plans for that table as well. Tune in next week for the Big Reveal.
Some left-over paint,
some sanding action,
and ta-da! new artwork!
The last two frames became these ridiculously easy memo boards.
I cleaned off my crowded refrigerator and mounted them on front with magnets.
Big Red, hater of all clutter, wept with gratitude.
Not really, but close.
In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll admit that the pictures, grocery list, etc. are on the sides of the fridge now, but at least they’re neat.
One project down!
Be blessed!
Ginger
This Southern gal hates August.
It has nothing, nothing, nothing to redeem it
except
today,
because on this day, 15 years ago,
I became a mama.
Other than Jesus,
no single person has changed my life more than this kid.
She’s rocked my world.
I’ll keep her.
In honor of her,
we are eating Pioneer Woman breakfast burritos for lunch brunch (if you’re the birthday girl and sleep the morning away),
followed by Bonefish Grille for supper,
AND Mitford Cookbook Orange Marmalade Cake
with homemade gelato for dessert.
I’m using my Weight Watchers points for the week month.
Oh, the things we endure for our children.
Happy Birthday, DD#1!
Be blessed,
Ginger
