Emily

Failed Blog.

2011-03-31T00:24:00.002-04:00

I have decided that with all of the awesome things God is doing in the my life right now it would be a shame to not blog about it. But as I am trying to organize my thoughts I am at a strange loss for words. I will try again soon.

Hassling.

2011-01-16T03:57:00.003-05:00

My family has been hassling me to blog.

I feel not an ounce of cleverness in my bones at all.

The laundry will be done drying in approximately 6 minutes and at that time I will remove it and probably just sleep instead of folding it since it is 1 am and I am so sleepy.

Yesterday my girl soul mate reminded me that Jesus owns every dollar in the world.

I like reminders like that.

Tomorrow Jon and I will go away for the night to celebrate our 1 year anniversary which will be taking place a week from now.

Jon woke up with a sore throat this morning, I came home from work with one tonight.

If both wake up more sick tomorrow I will not be happy.

Tonight I worked with awesome children.

They were in their cozy pajamas watching Monsters Inc. on mats with their blankets while their parents got a night out.

I offered to rub one little girls back because I saw her eyes getting pretty heavy, eager to continue watching the movie she thoughtfully responded, "It's okay Teacher Emily, I don't want you to rub my back because I don't want to give you my cold." How kind.

I like babies.

I like hearing of a child saying my name for the first time.

I also like children who speak in full sentences, because they are hilarious.

Sometimes, I get real happy that my husband likes me so much.

He makes me laugh all of the time, even when I am cranky and don't feel like laughing.

He also thinks I am the prettiest, even with a real horrible haircut that makes me look like I am a 16 year old in the 80s.

He is getting grossly better at having conversations with me where I don't have to do a bit of speaking and he just does it all.

Lame.

This might be my last blog in a long time because I never have time to write when I have important things to write. And then when I have time to write I have nothing important. Like this blog is a clear example of.

I long for sleep.

Goodnight.

November 23, 2010

2010-11-23T22:02:00.000-05:00

A year ago today my best friend asked me to be his wife. Here's the story for memories sake.

Engagement.

Well, it has been forever since I have blogged. And with my recent excitement I figured there is not better time to start again. With the craziness of these past couple weeks I have officially lost my camera adapter. So I reluctantly will post the exciting story of my engagement without pictures.

Last Monday I went out to dinner with a few girlfriends and Jaime and I were going to go look at Christmas lights in Detroit. Jonathon was planning on coming home Tuesday night and I could barely contain my excitement to see him. As we ate dinner I tried my best to not rant and rave about him the entire time and I think I did pretty good. As the waiter came back with our bills to sign he handed me mine along with a letter. My heart began to race and I was physically shaking. As I unfolded the letter and read the words, “Hey Beautiful” I was floored. I read the letter and was informed that because Jonathon and I hadn’t been able to talk much the past few days he wanted to send me on a scavenger hunt. I was so anxious to finish it and it was just beginning. Jaime and I had a great time going from place to place and little did I know the hassle that went into it. I first went to Panera Bread where there were two iced green teas already purchased for Jaime and I. We were told to sit and enjoy them and get a free refill before we could go on. I have never tried to drink so fast. I cheated and poured half of mine into hers so we could leave quicker. We then were off to Barnes and Noble where I had to find a letter inside of “Crazy Love” and the new Bon Jovi book. In the first letter he made a statement about how he wished he could be there at the end but tomorrow will be awesome. Deep down I really wanted him to show up at some point but I knew his entire day and how he had this ridiculously long rehearsal and then had to go straight to sound check before his show.He had far too many details the past few days for it not to be true. But still I hoped. He then sent me to Bostons and Starbucks. The letter at Starbucks ended so nonchalantly that I was sure that it was it. I was told to sit and enjoy my time with Jaime and that my last surprise would come when I least expected it. So we left and headed home to drop off our food before we went to Detroit. My mind reeled on the way home. When I least expected it… Well, I expected it to be tonight, so I guess tomorrow is when I least expect it, which is when he’s coming in, so I guess that makes the most sense. Then he calls me. I answer with hesitation and question in my voice and he just goes off. Rehearsal was awful, the drummer is so unprofessional and they kind of got into it, he left the cable at home for his such and such pedal that he uses most frequently so he had to rig something together. Now he’s on his way to the venue and is trying to get a hold of his roommates so they can bring it since their both coming to the show but their not answering and oh Mike’s calling now and he’s pulling into the venue so he’ll call me after the show and he loves me so much. That clenched it. Jonathon was still in California and my scavenger hunt really was over. As we headed to downtown Detroit I was practically falling asleep and thinking that I cannot believe we’re just now leaving past ten and I have to work at 615 the next morning. So we ended up down by the big Christmas tree in Detroit and it was strange. No one was really there, we were just wandering around aimlessly and I thought the tree looked nice with the water all around it but was ready to leave already. A few moments later Jonathon comes walking around the tree. I freaked. We hugged; I wouldn’t let go of him. He asked me if I liked my last surprise and of course I said yes. It was so wonderful to see him a day early and he looked so handsome and all. He then proceeded to tell me he had one last surprise and said real nice things and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He pulled out the ring and opened up the box upside down. And I smiled a lot. I said yes. We hugged. We kissed. I was giddy. I was surprised. It was perfect. With as much as we talked about getting married I was sure I had his little plan all figured out. I was so wrong and I love that. I never thought he’d be able to surprise me. So now I am engaged to the most amazing man of God I have ever met. I get to be his wife. And being engaged is so much fun. I love wearing the ring. It is oh so perfect for me: simple, delicate, unique, mine. So that’s my story, without pictures, but perfect nonetheless. Being in love just keeps getting better and better.

Crazy Aunt.

2010-11-19T01:28:00.003-05:00

It is hard not to be obsessed with my nephew.

Now I have a niece. Emily Jane.

I can't get enough and I have yet to even meet her.

Then in March I am supposed to find away to manage the love and obsession for yet another nephew. I love being an aunt. It is amazing. Too amazing for words more often than not.

I love kids enough as it is. But add the relational aspect to it all it's overbearing. My heart just explodes with love and adoration and joy.

I don't want to be some crazy aunt.

But I totally am.

Embrace your Place.

2010-10-31T13:26:00.003-04:00

Last night at church a super fantastic woman of God, Christine Caine, spoke on 1 Corinthians 12. It was a very powerful reminder about the unique places we all have in the body of Christ, and that we can only carry out God's destiny for our life when we are in the place He has created us for.

During many a sermons I find an excitement in my mind when the Pastor calls out a passage of scripture that I have just finished reading on my own. And a majority of the time I end up in shameful disbelief that I so greatly missed such an amazing message in that portion of scripture. Last night was no different. She referenced back to Moses killing the Egyptian over the injustice of his treatment toward the Hebrew. By his own strength he was able to save one Hebrew. But when he was in the place God had for him, the back of the desert working, was when God began to launch him into his destiny of saving millions of Hebrews. Also, God waited to speak to Moses until Moses was looking at the burning bush... not just in the proximity of it. I missed every bit of that when I read that on my own just a couple weeks ago. And rewriting it now it just seems like such common sense. I love the wisdom God blesses to teachers, but I want it for my own self.

I also want to be in the place God has for me.

I am stuck in a place with my job.

I can't figure out if I am still in it because I am scared to step out into the unknown of what God has for me.

Or if I am being wise and waiting on the Lord's direction.

Or if this really is the place that God is going to launch me from.

Sometimes when it comes to life Im no good.

Like how I woke up an hour late this morning and now there is a line to do laundry.

And how I ended up sitting here, drinking coffee, writing a blog instead of running.

I am going running now.

And if there is still a line for laundry when I get back maybe I will go rollerblading.

And maybe Ill just work out forever until my husband wakes up because he's sick and Im sad he's sick.

There are a lot of people in my life from Michigan that I miss.

God loves me so crazy much.

2010-10-22T01:35:00.002-04:00

Setting the scene:

Date Night.

Barnes and Noble.

Christianity Section.

Bible Shelves for more accuracy.

Jon and I stood staring up and down these two shelves for my long since desired ESV Study Bible. When we had thoroughly exhausted the search after many many minutes:

Jon: Well this sucks.

Proceeds to begin walking away.

Me: No Jon! Maybe if we just stare longer it will show up.

Jon: laughs and obliges.

We stare for many many more minutes.

And then I notice at the end of a shelf one Bible turned with the bottom facing out.

I look.

I say: Oh my gosh. This is it.

I remove it.

And it's it.

Large Print.

Nasty.

But with hope I practically skip through the store searching for the man who can tell me if there's a copy for healthy eyes.

[And at this moment typing this out I realize that probably would have been easier from the beginning, but then I probably wouldn't be blogging now, so maybe thats the reason God withheld that wisdom from our minds... or we're just dumb]

Anyways. I think that rant was too long for parenthesis, but clearly this blog is too exciting for correct grammar so what does it really matter.

And now that I think about it, I do not know the correct etiquette for parenthesis.

Anyways so the man searches the computer, yay they have it.

Searches the shelf... which I had informed him had already been done but then realized that God made my last joke turn real life so maybe he'll see it.

He doesn't.

He goes to the back room.

Comes out empty handed.

Apologizes.

I'm real sad.

But hopeful, because God turned my joke into reality and I knew he loves me too much to tease me like that.

What seemed like many minutes later after searching for other such exciting discoveries my B&N worker friend came back... My dream bible in tow.

Jon and I read John. Then Proverbs, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Psalm, and 1 Peter, all in part of course.

And it has been one of my most favorite date nights.

God and Sleep.

2010-10-11T03:36:00.002-04:00

Sometimes it is the hardest for me to sleep when God is moving so mightily.

Right now is one of those moments.

God is just stirring something.

And I want it all right now.

Oh there is so much more time I need with God.

Guiltless.

2010-10-09T18:14:00.002-04:00

I bought clothes for myself today.

I didn't buy one thing for another person.

This is the first time ever I do not feel guilty about this.

And it will probably be the last.

Lead Me. Blog number Two.

2010-10-08T04:15:00.003-04:00

So a bit and a while ago I posted the amazing song "Lead me", which of course stirred my heart because my husband rocks at life and I desired for all men to cry out to God like this.

And then about a week ago Jon began to lead us in worship and asked me what I wanted to sing.

(In this I will admit one of my greatest flaws as I wife which I am happy to say I am getting better at, but this night obviously was not.)

I really wanted to sing "How He Loves" by Misty Edwards because well, if you've heard it you wouldn't need to know why.

But instead of just saying that I said, "oh Jon whatever you want will be lovely with me blah blah"

So he pressed a little more to know what I really wanted because he's genius and knew I was lying, but I am stubborn and he caved and chose "Lead me"

Now at this point in the story you should see my amazing appreciation as a wife to have a husband with such an anointing and intense gift about to lead me in worship...

Instead you will see my selfish, sinful irritation that Jon would choose to lead me in a song that should be his alone time worship and not a girl worship.

So of course, knowing I brought this on myself I kept quiet, attempted to sing a bit and actually have my heart and soul worship with the words, which they did not because I suck.

Afterwards my amazingly smart husband led us in "How He Loves" without my nudge in the least and I then appreciated his awesome thoughts and the rest of our night of worship.

Then Jon made us a new cd in which the first song is in fact, "Lead Me."

So Jon plays this on our way to San Diego.

And then I hear it...

God tugging away at my heart and telling me to put my silliness aside and pray this prayer to Him.

Ahh and now I pray it everyday all the time since.

It's amazing.

It's a cry of social justice.

Picture that homeless man you wouldn't even look at for a second glance the other day:

“Lead me with strong hands
Stand up when I can't
Don't leave me hungry for love
Chasing dreams, what about us?

Show me you're willing to fight
That I'm still the love of your life
I know we call this our home
But I still feel alone”

Picture that orphan you feel like will be fine without the money you need to buy coffee:

Picture that ultra-sound of the child that was aborted before they had a chance:

Picture that friend you won't tell about Jesus:

Seeing the faces in my mind and hearing the cry for peace, love and social justice is what has brought me before the LORD crying out:

"So Father, give me the strength
To be everything I'm called to be
Oh, Father, show me the way
To lead them
Won't You lead me?

To lead them with strong hands
To stand up when they can't
Don't want to leave them hungry for love,
Chasing things that I could give up

I'll show them I'm willing to fight
And give them the best of my life
So we can call this our home
Lead me, 'cause I can't do this alone

Father, lead me, 'cause I can't do this alone"

Busy.

2010-10-01T00:28:00.001-04:00

I all of a sudden feel like I have too much to do to sleep at night.

But I want to wake up and run with my husband while still getting a decent night sleep.

I am determined to be asleep by 11 tonight...

Relationship Status.

2010-09-26T04:06:00.004-04:00

Yesterday in discussing how confusing dating relationships can be,

Jonathon, with his infinite wisdom told me:

"I love us, we're either married, or we're dead."

Sick.

2010-09-22T00:47:00.002-04:00

I am not good at being sick at all.

Throat spray is disgusting and after a few days I just read the directions that Im not supposed to swallow it.

But I am laying in bed and it hasn't killed me yet and Id rather take the risk of what a tiny spray can do to my insides than get out of bed to spit it out.

I am finally after a week of this taking a sick day and going to the doctor.

Doctors cost so much money when you forget to choose a family doctor from your insurance list and it takes a couple weeks to process.

Love my thought process of worrying about it when I need to actually go.

Urgent Care it will be.

Goodnight world.

I intend to wake up feeling 100% healthy p.s.

Lead Me.

2010-09-17T01:23:00.003-04:00

This song is amazing to me.

I just think it is so essential for men to understand this!

I really do have a sensational husband.

I also think Sarah was really funny to be laughing at God.

I also think I'm really funny to do the same thing when I read how God spoke to her and I hear how God speaks to me.

Tonight I am very busy thinking I guess because I am also thinking of how I am just not okay being sick.

I am also thinking of how many people don't have clean water.

Yet I dont feel well so I can just sit under wonderfully warm clean water for really as long as I like.

Also, I must be very out of it and very tired because Jonathon is currently gone at rehearsal and I keep hearing unsettling noises that make my heart leap until I realize that I was the cause of the noise. I need sleep.

Zechariah.

2010-09-16T22:49:00.002-04:00

Today on the phone Zechariah taught me the different noises that animals make.

Saturday at 534 am I am going to hug him to no avail.

Sorry to his mother, but I won't even stop if he is sleeping :)

Even though I take care of babies as a profession and I know what a bad choice this could be.

My desire for him is overwhelming.

And I am about to eat chicken noodle soup and drink orange juice that my husband so graciously went to buy for me so by tomorrow I will be completely healed and he wont even get any of my nasty germs that are hurting my throat so immensely right now.

I consider myself the happiest aunt right now.

Psalm 149:5

2010-09-16T11:12:00.002-04:00

psalm 149:5

"let the godly exult in glory;
let them sing for joy on their beds."

Loved reading this in bed last night as Jon and I sang to Jesus.

Love my husband.

Love my Savior.

Love my marriage.

Girls Weekend.

2010-09-13T02:08:00.003-04:00

So this weekend: My dear dear friend took me away.

And it was superb beyond belief.

We were at this amazing paradise resort in San Diego.

Everything about it was perfect.

The walks, food, conversation, live music, bed... EVERYTHING!!

Then. I get to go home and cuddle with my husband all afternoon :)

Life is good.

2 hours.

2010-09-10T00:47:00.003-04:00

Jon has been working a lot lately. A lot a lot.

Tonight we had a brief two hours to hang out between work and more work.

It was the greatest.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that God's purposes for Jon's life are far greater and more meaningful than my sometimes desires to do nothing but cuddle all day long, although those days are obviously fantastic, they come when God, knowing the deepest areas of our hearts, sees fit to bless us with them.

Being married never ceases to amaze me.

My husband, never ceases to amaze me.

God's word, never ceases to amaze me.

It's nice living a life of amazement.

Amazement: Overwhelming astonishment.

Overwhelming: to overcome completely in mind of feeling.

Astonishment: Overpowering wonder or surprise.

This is real.

2010-09-06T03:53:00.000-04:00

http://eventide.com/News/User%20Profiles/Jon%20Ketcham.aspx

Pretty much, I am married to a rockstar.

True Story.

Kitchen Light.

2010-09-01T00:52:00.002-04:00

This evening Jon dropped me off at my connect group.

He had to go finish working on a song and wouldn't be done by nine so I asked a friend to drop me off at home.

I knew it'd be dark and I'd be coming into the apartment alone so I left the kitchen light on.

I walked out of the apartment with Jon right behind me, I started walking out the gate but then turned and realized Jon was still locking the dead bolt like a good husband.

I waited, he finished, we walked.

This evening as I came in I unlocked the door, makes sense to do that.

As I began to open it I realized that I was walking into a completely dark apartment, note: not how I left it.

I froze.

My mind formed the following scenario so quickly:

A man broke in, and after looking around and contemplating what to steal he (being a psychic and knowing the girl in all of the pictures would be coming home without the man in all of the pictures) decided to just lock himself back into the apartment and wait for my arrival to inevitably rape and murder me. But, coming in while it was still light did not realize that one light was left on, so when he went around to make it look like no one was there he turned it off, not knowing that I would immediately be thrown off by the darkness.

So that's the situation.

At this point, turning and running would leave me just in a sketchy part of town in the dark and worse off than in my apartment, taking the time to call Jon would put me in a worse situation when he attacked because my focus would be on the phone and conversation and I would be ill equipped to fend off the attack.

So I swiftly went to turn on the kitchen light and walked back to the bedroom, muscles ready to take on anything waiting.

There was nothing.

I called my husband entirely freaked out, only to find out that somehow, in the briefest of moments he had slipped back inside to turn off that light that I had in his mind carelessly although in my mind very thoughtfully left on.

I worried him a bit.

But now I sit here blogging and confessing to the world the craziness that sometimes entertains my thoughts.

Come Away My Beloved.

2010-08-29T18:39:00.002-04:00

By Francis J. Roberts.

"O wicked and perverse generation, have I been so long in your midst and yet you have perceived Me not? Have I not ministered unto you in myriad ways, and you have been blind? Yes, and when I speak to you, you do not hear.

O My children, you go your own way as though you belonged to another; yes, you behave not as sons and daughters, but as strangers. You hold meetings in My Name and give honor to mean, but not to Me. You boast that you serve Me, but in truth you serve your own ego; for that which you do is calculated to enhance your own position and advance your own prestive, and you give it all a sanctimonious cloak.

"See," you say, "we shall pray," while prayer is farthest from your heart. And who shall hear you? Only your own ears. Orayer is for those whose hearts cry to Me in sincerity. Prayer is for those who earnestly seek Me; not for those with only a pretend piety, who, with selfish and unworthy motives and hearts made fat with self-adulation, are only playing with Me as a child would manipulate a puppet on a string!

Get to the prayer closet! This is the reason I have taught you to pray in secret: Because there you are beset by fewer false motives and less temptation. He who does not habitually commune with Me is almost sure to find true prayer impossible in public.

You would make Christianity pleasant and acceptable. Your Savior did not find it so. You would make it comfortable and accommodating to your ow schedule. He knew nothing of such a false religion.

Lonely nights, He wrestled in prayer nor spared Himself physical discomfort. Yes, and the more you pamper the flesh as to bodily comfort, the more it will demand of you, until you become its servant, and your physical needs shall be tyrant unto you in your house.

Do not be deceived. I gave you no such commandment. Hear Me as I repeat to you what I gave to your fathers: "Deny your self and take up your cross and follow Me." Yes, follow Me, not some worldly form of a backslidden church.

Do not think that it becomes blessed because it bears the name "church." My Church is a living body, not a dead form. My people may be recognized by their humility and sufferings; not be social acceptability and self-advertised success; not by extravagant physical appointments of their structures, but by the grace of God as work in their hearts. Sacrifice is My status symbol, and humanity has not been eager to recognize the type of spiritual leadership I had in servant like the prophet Jeremiah and the Apostle Paul.

Do you desire to truly follow Me? Look for the bloodstained prints of my feet. Go, as it were, to the cold, unyielding rock in the Garden of Gethsemane, where self is put aside, and the cup of suffering is accepted. Die to your own treacherous and deceitful heart. Rise with determination to go on unflinchingly, not hoping to spare yourself. Save your life and you will sure lose it. Offer it up to Me, this very day, in renewed consecration to sacrificial living, and I will accept you and you shall know joy as a new wine."

I love God.

High school.

2010-08-29T02:13:00.002-04:00

We're high school sweethearts, all married and fantastic.

I think that's a really awesome time.

Three hours, three weeks ago was not near enough time with them.

I want them by me all of the time.

End of story.

Feet.

2010-08-29T01:21:00.003-04:00

I hate feet.

I think they're gross.

I dont like rubbing feet against other feet.

It all weirds me right out.

But then I read an amazing verse like Isaiah 52:7

"How beautiful upon the mountains

are the feet of him who brings good news,

who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness,

who publishes salvation,

who says to Zion, "Your God reigns."

And then! I read Nahum the other day and golly me

Nahum 1:15

"Behold, upon the mountains, the feet

of him

who brings good news,

who publishes peace!

Keep your feasts, O Judah;

fulfill your vows,

for never again shall the worthless pass

through you;

he is utterly cut off."

Paul even quotes the Isaiah verse in Romans because it is such a big deal.

I want it tattooed on my foot please.

Three machines.

2010-08-28T01:43:00.003-04:00

So as I stand here at 10:44 on a Friday night I have determined that the clothes washing procedure needs to be revamped.

Machine Number One: Wash the clothes

Machine Number Two: Dry the clothes

Machine Number Three: Fold the clothes

Im okay putting them away, but dear goodness I just want to be sitting on my bed not stacking clothes on different piles covering my bed.

Dedicated to Jonathon Ketchum.

2010-08-26T23:58:00.003-04:00

Jon claims I have never dedicated a blog to him.

Which I think is absurd considering I talk about Jesus and him most because they're the two best men I have ever known.

But I will dedicate this blog to him either way.

He just devoured a plate full of pasta in less than five minutes, and looks as though he still wants more. His eating skills never cease to impress me. He also writes killer songs that I get to listen to from first rough demo to the end, which is a pretty cool wifely duty if I do say so myself.

I haven't told him yet but I intend to watch Date Night with him tomorrow.

He has wanted to forever and it went out of the movies so quickly we never saw it.

As I finished that sentence he had finished rinsing his plate off and I hear, "You sure you don't want to watch Date Night tonight?"

We havent spoken of that movie in weeks.

We should be married.

I haven't responded to his question yet.

He makes me laugh.

Im done.

Im going to go read Revelation with my husband because that's smart to do.

And sometimes in my life, I make very smart decisions.

Other times I eat two popusas instead of one and then feel very very sick.

That was tonight too.

They can't all be smart decisions!

New Blog.

2010-08-26T02:21:00.002-04:00

So I am trying to figure out the best look for my blog.

I am not tech savvy.

I also was super geeked about the whole texting a post to blogger.com and then it being a post. So pretty much when I am reading my Bible at work on my breaks I can just text in the verse I want people to see I am just adoring.

But as I went to look today at how awesome it comes out, I realized it breaks my long text into as many posts as need be. And that is sad to me. So I will only be blogging from my phone pretty much if its less than 160 characters, or I have the patience to wait for the internet on my phone to load a page every 18 minutes.

I am quite a fan of being married.

It really does keep getting better and better.

I am going to be planning our first weekend getaway together and I am pretty ecstatic about it.

Jon turns 21 in October and I thought that it would be amazing to drive a couple hours to somewhere relaxing and fantastic. It was going to be a surprise but, well, surprises stress my husband out so it didn't make much sense to stress him out over his birthday. Plus he might not have taken my request seriously and scheduled to open for Bon Jovi or something, which we all know our weekend away is much more important :)

These past two nights I have been trying to figure out a way to come home in September.

But nothing makes sense or is affordable.

Every time I see my handsome nephews face I cannot bare the thought of waiting until December to hold him and laugh with him.

But he is so addicting I can't stop looking through pictures of him.

He is so perfect.

I cant believe I get two more.

And that I live in California.

I like Galatians 5 a lot today. Well since Monday really. I mean actually it has been awhile since I have been a fan really, but especially today. I like the dictionary app on my blackberry even though I do believe the definitions are a little lame. But it is dictionary.com, and I have always trusted dictionary.com so I am not sure how I feel about the whole situation.

Jon today was reminded that he doesn't like my random mind or the way I choose to ask questions.

"Jon, are you blameless?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I am not really sure how to rephrase that for you... so... Are you blameless?"

It took him a few tries to get his mind to where mine had been for 24 hours.

I appreciate him.

I also appreciate sleep.

I intend to do it before my day starts at 7 am with a workout and work ends at 730 after our fantastic art show, and then I come home and do laundry and cook and clean.

I like being a working wife.

But tomorrow is Thursday.

Which means music comes in the afternoon, and that is a nice break in our day.

But on top of that Thursday is the day before our staff in service day where I get to work 730-430 instead of 9-6.

Praise Jesus for a break in the day in and day out routines of life.

I need to stop typing because I have a budget to update and a newly written song by the talented husband to listen to.

I am partly still bitter about not being able to text in blogs anymore.

It was such a short lived beautiful experience.