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And then God Gave A Girl a Shop Vac

photoOnce upon a time there was a girl, let’s call her Sheila. She had a bad habit of vacuuming her front porch. And sometimes her garage. Yes, she owned a broom, but she thought it was silly to waste all that effort when she could just suck up all the stuff and be done with it. So that’s what she did. More than once.

Then one day her vacuum got stopped up and so she had to take it to the vacuum doctor. Once it was fixed Sheila went to pick up her “well” vacuum cleaner. The man at the shop asked if she had ever vacuumed up leaves and being the honest girl she was, she looked him straight into his eyes and said no. He then said, “Strange, because the reason it was stopped up is because there were leaves stuck in the hose. I was going to suggest that they make vacuums for cleaning up outdoors called shop vacs.” Sheila sheepishly thanked the man and walked out. She made a mental note to never go to that particular shop again. And she hasn’t.

Years went by and as much as she tried she could not help but vacuum the outdoors because she had not purchased a shop vac. Every time she vacuumed she remembered that she wanted one but could never remember when a birthday or Christmas rolled around because honestly, who has shop vac on their wish list. Seriously.

One evening friends stopped by to donate items for an upcoming garage sale. Sheila helped stack everything and thanked her friends for the donations.

A month passed and the girl decided to rearrange her garage and when doing so, found the shop vac. It had been donated by her friends for the sale. In fact, they had encouraged her to keep anything she thought she could use. They could not have known her desire for a shop vac (because who tells others how much they want one) so she knew immediately that it was a gift from her Heavenly Father.

In her excitement she not only vacuumed her front porch, her garage, her car, but also her driveway. There was nothing beyond the reach of the gift.

Sheila was reminded, once again, how much she is loved. All it took was a shop vac.

The End.

The moral of the story: don’t lie. The second moral: God loves you even if you do.
*Lesson for the girl – don’t empty a shop vac bucket in a wind storm unless you’re wearing a face mask and have taken allergy medicine.

Being Disciplined Hurts

Mother-Scolding-ChildAs a child, being disciplined hurt in more ways than one. Oh how I remember some of my not-so-great moments. Lying was a HUGE issue for me. My sweet dad always believed me and my poor Mom knew otherwise. She could always tell when I wasn’t being truthful. When the truth FINALLY came out not only did I hurt on my backside but my heart would hurt seeing the look in my dad’s eyes. I would have gladly taken a spanking over that look. Ugh, I hated that. Fortunately, I got caught enough to realize that telling the truth was so much better. And less painful.

I had an interesting conversation with a friend recently. A conversation that later made my brain go into high gear. You know, when you need to sleep and your brain keeps going. At times mine could put the energizer bunny to shame. It has even been known to function after taking melatonin. Strong-willed brain 😉

As so many thoughts went through my head I decided to pick up my phone and read the verses I had studied at Beth Moore’s Tuesday night bible study. I figured distracting my brain would help me to put aside the conversation and hopefully get some sleep. Children of the Day is the name of the study and although I have missed the first two, I found Thessalonians to be filled with much more depth than I originally thought. Beth has a way of making the scripture come to life. I think it’s her drama, but I like it. :) I literally had tears as she described how Paul longed to know that the Christians in Thessalonica were OK. It was powerful.

Anyway, I tapped on my bible app to re-read the verses in Thessalonians and was surprised to find that James 4:11-12 was on my phone. It was weird. Weird because my bible app always goes back to the verse I read last… even a week later. Out of curiosity, I decided to stay and read it. Obviously it was there for a reason. It was God’s way of telling my brain to shut up. There were too many unknowns going on in there and when that happens my brain just makes stuff up. Stuff like – “You really can’t trust anyone.” Actually, I recognize that as the enemy. The one that comes to kill and destroy. He wants nothing more than to put doubt into a Christian’s mind about their faith and about others on the same road. Stupid enemy.

I ended up reading the whole chapter of James. God disciplined me a bit that night and although it stung at first, I was grateful that He cared enough to put the verses in James on my phone. Before I knew it I was asleep. Just like that.

So if you’re curious, here are a few of the verses in The Message:

What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? vs 1


Don’t bad-mouth each other, friends. It’s God’s Word, his Message, his Royal Rule, that takes a beating in that kind of talk. You’re supposed to be honoring the Message, not writing graffiti all over it. God is in charge of deciding human destiny. Who do you think you are to meddle in the destiny of others? vs 11-12

Can I get an “ouch”?

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I remember it just as if it happened yesterday.The memory is etched into my heart.

Hormones were raging, emotions all over the place, and fear like never before. Being wheeled out of the hospital and getting into the car to head home, I remember the tears that stung my face. Tears that flowed all the way home as I stared out the window. Quickly drying them and giving my best smile I stepped out of the backseat and into the sun.

The day was warm, the sky was blue, and I couldn’t help but wonder why I was so sad. A sadness that seemed to choke me. It was physically heavy.

That was the moment I had waited and prayed for. A victory and a miracle. But I just felt inept and afraid. My mind raced as I thought of all the responsibility, the changes, and how my life would never be the same.

As I walked up to our front porch I saw the azaleas had bloomed… for the first time. They were beautiful and pink. God’s way of saying “Welcome Home” to my firstborn. My daughter. A way to welcome me home as a new Mom.

I took a deep breath and walked into the house knowing this life I was entering was much different than when I left. But I was ready, with God’s help, to be a Mom.