Answered Prayers

So I prayed. When things get rough, you pray. When things are good, you pray. I was saved March 2005 in Pensacola, Florida along side my husband. I remember leaving RJ's church after talking to his pastor and asking Michael what it meant to be saved again. I was asking for reassurance that I was really saved. It seemed way to easy I thought. Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and you shall be saved. Ask forgiveness of your sins, believe that Jesus died on that cross and rose again three days later and you will be saved. Could salvation really be that simple? It blew my mind. But as all these questions were surging through my blood, this great weight, burden, was lifted from my shoulders. It was as if I could breathe easier. Now life didn't really change that much. I still did my same old routines but we started attending church regularly once we got back to Tennessee. And the more I went to church to worship our Saviour, the more I fellowshipped with other believers of Christ, the more I studied my Bible, the bigger my relationship grew with Christ.

Now He is my best friend. When something is wrong I talk to Him. When something good happens I talk to Him. Sometimes it feels like He is standing right beside me giving me a hug telling me everything will be okay. I know He has answered my prayers before, but I just didn't see it. I think the first prayer He answered for me was for Sara Elisabeth. She has scoliosis. The doctors said she'd have to wear this awful brace until she was around 12 years old. When she was about 2 1/2 we took her in for a routine check up (the back doctor). He xrayed her back and came out with a huge smile. He said her spine was so straight he couldn't tell her spine had ever been curved. We'd check her again in 6 months and if things were the same we'd get rid of the brace. I'm sure you can imagine how I prayed. Probably not as often as I should've, but way more than I normally did. I prayed for my baby's good health. And at that next six month check up, her spine was still straight. No more brace! Praise my Lord for that!

I prayed this time too. For my test results to come back negative. For this to be something manageable. My prayers were answered. Test results were negative. The one thing I know is that my God answered my prayers again. Amen! God is good.

On another note....I've become addicted to this show called Bones. It's about this FBI agent and a forensic anthropologist that team up to solve murders. Awesome show, you should check it out! Anyways the two main characters, Booth & Brennan were driving along in the car having this discussion about children. Somehow they got on the topic of Abraham (in the Bible). Of God telling Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. The main character in the show, Booth, says he didn't understand how Abraham could go through with it. How if God had directly said to him (Booth) to kill your son for me, he would have said no way, it ain't going to happen.

I have always thought that. I cannot imagine God asking me to sacrifice my girls and actually going through with it. The pain Abraham must've felt with Isaac being his only son. I have three little girls. There is no way I'd kill one of them. I think I would die first. I commend Abraham for his faith. I know my faith is definitely not as strong as Abraham's. I'd like it to be, but I don't think it ever will be. I just couldn't give my babies up willingly.

Well that was a very inspiring entry don't you think?

Labor Day Musings

As I sit waiting on the water pressure to return so I can take a shower I want to write some of the things that ran through my mind last night as I tried to sleep. As usual I had stayed up half the night, heading towards my bedroom around 4 a.m. Passing the couch where Sara Elisabeth was sleeping, she must've heard me say good night to my dear hubby because up popped her beautiful little head with a gorgeous smile attached. She asked for chocolate milk and she received chocolate milk. After kissing daddy goodnight we were off to bed.

Now Sara Elisabeth has a certain way she likes to fall asleep. First we have to snuggle up in the bed together and then she chooses a body part to be rubbed. I think the very first one was her back. She would say 'Rub my back mommy' in the sweetest little voice and of course I would rub. Now over time we've graduated to legs, arms, belly....I think the oddest part was toes, but being a good mommy I rubbed....lol

Last night's pick was her legs. So as we lay in bed, mommy rubbing her tiny little legs, staring at each other in the quietness, Sara looks over at me and says 'You so pretty'. Just out of the blue like that she said it and it absolutely melted my heart. I said thank you and gave her a kiss and then I told her that she was much prettier than mommy with her big brown eyes and her long, wavy hair. One day my little, precious girl is going to break lots of hearts.

On the flip side I believe that Sara is going to do great things for our Lord Jesus. I can't really explain my belief except for the fact that Sara really adores her Jesus. She likes the Bible songs, she loves loves loves church, she always remembers Him. Even when she was on the potty....She was trying to pee, so I was standing there talking to her explaining that big boys and girls use the potty. I am going through this whole list of names of people we know that use the potty, and Sara jumps in and says 'Jesus uses the potty too?' It's moments like those that make me know.