Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I quickly used the restroom and was getting ready to grab some toilet paper when I realized the roll in the dispenser was low. There was no toilet paper hanging down out of the dispenser to grab so without any thought I put my hand up into the dispenser to grab the roll and pull it down. After fumbling with the roll as it whirled round and round on the bar I finally grabbed the tail end of the toilet paper.
I pulled my hand down, still grasping the toilet paper when all of a sudden my hand would not budge. That's right my hand was stuck. I laughed nervously to myself thinking "Oh just move your hand around and it will come out." No such luck. The more a fought with the dispenser the more my hand became wedged inside. Of course in those situations panic strikes and you starte freaking out and pull and twist and make it all worse. I stopped and thought what do I do? Do I yell for help..."Help, help my hand is stuck in the toilet paper dispenser!" But I couldn't. I looked up to realize the stall door was locked how would they get in. Where was my Knight in shinning armor to rescue me.
Then I slapped myself silly ( not literally just figuratively) and said "Girl, pull yourself together!" I looked back at the dispenser and slowly tried to bring my hand out. I realized then my problem...I never let go of the toilet paper. I had a fist full of toilet paper. As soon as I released the toilet paper from my grasp I was able to manipulate my hand out. OK can you say "Go crawl under a rock silly".
I returned to service with my husband hunting me down. He was worried about why I took so long. I sheepishly explained to him my ordeal hoping he would have pity on me but no he just rolled his eyes and said "Only you Livin' would get your hand stuck in the toilet paper dispenser, only you." With that he laughed heartily and we returned to service.
So there you have it, don't stick your hand up into a toilet paper dispenser. Now I know and knowing is half the battle. :-)
Monday, February 15, 2010
These pics were from last week but I thought I would post them. I took the boys out during their snow days from school and we tried building Hoth. If you don't know what that is watch Empires Strikes Back. You'll figure it out. :-) They completed a 12-14 ft tunnel and a whole bunch of trenches around the house. Of course I was Princess Leah as usual but the boys didn't want to take actual character names. They just wanted to be Rebel fighters. It was a blast!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
12 is also an important number to us because it marks a milestone in our marriage where we are now walking in more years of healing as a couple then those years of destruction. That's pretty significant to us.
What I really wanted to share though is about Scott and the amazing love he has shown me these last 12 years. Without the Lord placing him in my life I don't know if I would be even typing this blog post. I honestly know that I would have continued a very destructive path that would have possibly led to my death. The Lord used Scott to be the Father's love to me. In the midst of my worst periods of healing I was not someone anyone would have wanted to be with. Even counseling pastors told Scott before man and God he had the right to leave me. That's how bad things got but Scott did not leave. He spent hours and hours and hours before the Lord praying for me. I know because I sat on the stairs of our townhouse listening to him at 3am or 4am in the morning.
So this year is the year I am taking to honor my husband. He never gave up on me even when others did and others told him too. The Lord gave him a dream once about me and he clung to that dream putting his hope in the Lord. The Lord showed him a beautiful package wrapped in this big red bow. He asked the Lord what it meant and the Lord answered "That is Becky and your joy will be unwrapping her and presenting her to the world for the gift that she is." A couple days ago he told me that the dream has now become a reality.
The Lord laid it on my heart to do something special for Scott this year...I bought him a sword. Not just any sword but the sword of Elendil or also known as Anduril. It was the sword of Aragorn in The Lord Of The Rings. The sword was once Narsil and then was broken by the enemy of middle earth, Sauron. The elves then reforged the sword so that the rightful King to the throne of Gondor would once again defeat their enemy. In many ways our lives were broken for a period of time and it had looked like the enemy had victory over our marriage but like the sword the Lord took up our broken lives and refordged them into something stronger. I love the poem Gandalf gives to Frodo. It is believed to be the poem of the sword.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring;
renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
To end this long rambling post I will leave you with pictures of the sword and a song. The song is by Brandon Health and every time I listen to it I see Scott. He has shown me that love truly never fails.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
This is the thing I find most joy in life!! I love teaching
the younger generation about history, art and that
there is more to this world then Wii. Each child was given
a chance to weave and measure a warp with the warping mill.
My dearest friend Scarlet so graced me with her presence as
she assisted me at school. I love this girl and the beautful
young woman she is. Her parents Rock too. She was such a
If you know of any schools or teachers that would like hands on demos of weaving or learning about colonial type history please feel free to email me. I so feel blessed every time I go out.