I Still Believe

I Still Believe


Vs. I
I don’t comprehend all that I have been through
And I don’t pretend to have answers for you
Yet through it all I can say
My God is faithful
Sometimes my nights seem like they’ll never end
Like a tide from an ocean that never comes in
Yet I know, the morning will come
And what has been lost shall be won

Chorus:
I still believe
In a God who restores
I believe
That He still opens doors
I believe, In a God
Who is faithful
I believe
In a God who still heals
I believe
In a God who is real
I believe, in a God
Who is faithful


Vs. II
When I prayed and I prayed and my faith seemed to wane
When I cried my last tear and felt crushed by the pain
In a sweet tender way He’s been there
He’s so faithful
When my friends have gone on and I’m still left with grief
When I’m weak and I’m shaking like an insecure leaf
He gives me strength to move on
The courage and faith to be strong

Bridge:
Although some of my prayers
Have not come to pass
And some of my hopes and my dreams
Have been dashed
I know that God has a plan
Greater than I understand

© 2010 Markollection Music


If you haven't heard this song....well you are missing out! I have had it in my head all day!! Love it!!

Worra, Worra, Worra....

I titled this blog Worra, Worra, Worra, for my mother..... I guess you could say that it is a family joke that started with my Dad. Anytime you bring up a dilemma he will shake his head, put his hand on your shoulder, and say "worra, worra, worra!" It makes me smile everytime! Mom knows my worries and suggested I blog about it- so here goes:

So....as you must have guessed... I have a dilemma. Well, maybe not a dilemma but a decision I need to make. As some of you know, I joined WW in January of 2010 and lost 50lbs last year. I thought that I would continue to stick with WW until I reached my "goal weight". However-----I have NO MOTIVATION. I love the results I see when I follow the program closely; but I just don't seem to have what it takes to do this another year. What's worse is that I teach a class once a month about motivation! I ask the patients what motivates them, what their internal/external motivators are, and what goals they have and how to ensure they have both short term and long term success. Maybe I need to be listening instead of teaching the class!

Have you committed to something for a period of time and just given up? Have you been on WW or some health program and had success?

I think what is surprising is that I stuck with it for an entire year. Most people quit after a few weeks/ months and go back to old habits- isn't this supposed to be a "lifestyle" by now??? I know that I should continue....but whatever it was that kept me going has faded away...... and to this I say: Worra, Worra, Worra!

Valentine....Valentine.....

Tomorrow we celebrate Valentine's Day....... I am definately a romantic and love everything there is about roses, sweet cards, love songs, etc......but I hope that we all celebrate our valentines every day of the year not just one. Celebrate the good times, the bad times, and all of them in between. Celebrate the ways our valentines show us love without ever saying a word......by stability, by trust, by kisses, by hugs, by sweet smiles, by flirty eyes, by just being there.........

It's funny how little girls have this image of prince charming when they are young and then how that image changes over time........it's not just a handsome prince coming to rescue us anymore..... it's a man, a real man, who is patient, kind, generous, faithful, trustworthy.....because without that there is no point in being handsome....and without those qualities how can they rescue anyone???? And who says I need to be rescued anyway???? 

Hope this isn't a downer..... just things on my mind today........Love you all.....

Love Language....

     Every Thursday night my Dad's mother (to me she is Memaw) has our immediate Broken Arrow family over for dinnner. If everyone shows up there are 8 people and each week she prepares a meal big enough for all of us. She plans her menu and diligently remembers who doesn't like onions and who doesn't like cheese and which dessert everyone enjoys the most. She sets the table, brings out the glasses for filling, keeps all of the food warm, and makes sure to have enough left over that if anyone wants to take some for lunch the next day they can. She doesn't eat until we all eat and is the first one to get up and ask if anyone needs anything from the kitchen. She greets each of us with a smile, warm hug, and a kiss. She gives you her full attention when you are telling a story and smiles like its the most interesting thing she's ever heard. Then, when the night is over she walks each of us to the door, more hugs and kisses are given, and then stands on the porch and watches us to make sure we make it to our cars/trucks. When everyone is gone she cleans off the table, washes the dishes, and puts everything away. She never gripes, never asks for help, and never gets upset if she has cooked for 8 and only 3 show up. Memaw is 80.....yes 80.......to this I say- What a woman and what a love language!  (Don't worry, if anyone shows up early of course we offer to help set the table and offer to pick up/ do dishes if we are still there- didn't want you to think we aren't grateful!)

     I have never read the books about love languages and have never watched a talk show or debate about them either, but from what I gather it is important to know two things:

• What is your love language?
• What are the love languages of those around you?

     For some showing love may be providing a meal for their family, always being there for someone with a listening ear and a big shoulder to cry on, or even writing a song for a sweetheart. We all have things we do out of love and I think being aware of those things is vital. Before I learned to cook I had no idea the amount of time, hardwork, and LOVE that gets put into the preparation for each Thursday evening..... but I always felt the LOVE when I entered her home. I can promise you without a shadow of a doubt that each person at that table knows exactly what her love language is.....and I can only hope that someday those I love will be able to say the same about mine.

Eeeekkk!! It's a M-M-M-Monday!!!

Yawn......Good....Big Yawn.......Morning.......    

     Now I realize that there are a few of you that may be morning people and there there also may be a few of you that just LOVE Mondays.....to you people I ask..... Have you lost it????? Get back in bed and hit that snooze button a few more times!!!  Just kidding, Just kidding.... I actually admire your gusto.

     I am by nature that person that hits the snooze button atleast 5 times and grumbles all the way to the kitchen to get my java java started....but I'm working on it. I am learning that most things in life that I grumble about are not really anything to grumble about at all....it's just my perception of them that makes me act the way I do. In all seriousness, if I thought I could jump up on a chair and scream and "Eeeekkk!" at Mondays (the way most women do at mice) and that someone would really handle it all for me, would I? At first glance my answer would be "HECK YES!!!"- but at a closer look....probably not:

     Right now I am reading Hebrews, but when I was reading Proverbs I became very aware of the blessings I receive each day and began thanking God outloud for the little things that I didn't always realize were blessings.... like the slow grandpa driver in front of me on my way to work that made me drive the speed limit when I was running late-- because he actually saved me from the Wagoner County Deputy that was just waiting for me to cruise by a few miles ahead......and of course for letting me remember where I put that one random black dress sock a month ago (just in case I found the other one) when I realized I only had one in my drawer and didn't take the time to do laundry the night before. So today I am trying to be thankful for Mondays.... I'm thankful that I woke up, thankful that I woke up in a warm bed with a hot shower available at my convenience....I'm thankful that I have a job to go to that recognizes the talents that I have and that is actually willing to pay me for those talents. My husband was laid off a few years ago for 6 months...let me tell ya- that first Monday morning back at work was a day of pure JOY for both of us.......you would have thought it was Christmas morning in our house!! I can't remember another Monday morning that I have loved the sound of an alarm clock more than that day. There was no grumbling to the kitchen that morning- I think I probably skipped down the hall singing. ( oh yes, I am a skipper for sure! ) So why was it so easy to be a Monday loving morning person that day?? I have to believe it was purely MY perception of the day and that my alarm clock was still the same sound, that the duties at work were like any other day, and that the walk from the bedroom to the coffee pot was still the same distance.

     So....for you Monday morning loving folks....good for you! As for the rest of us.....I'm working on it, how about you?

A Place To Pray

Good Morning, Good Sunday Morning that is....

     If you didn't already know, In January I began a different type of fast with my church. This was not your traditional fast and the pastor just basically said to pray about it and to find out what God lays on your heart to do. So...I did. During the same message the pastor talked about the life of Daniel and how Daniel had a place to pray and that he did so in that same spot several times a day despite whatever else was going on in his life. I quickly realized that I did not have a place to pray and wondered if it made a difference or not. I mean, I pray all the time and in all sorts of places- driving down the road (usually praying for me to get to work as QUICKLY and safely as possible without some crazy running into me or without a ticket); at work (usually for patience, wisdom, the ability to actually get done what is on my plate that day, and thanking him for letting me make it through it all without bawling like a little girl), and everywhere else of course (for my family, friends, etc.). So, after some consideration I decided what I should do for my fast:
     Each morning Adam gets up for work and leaves the house about 5:15am, in the past I would wake up and make him breakfast/lunch, see him off and head back to bed. Then when I decided to wake back up, I would get my coffee and breakfast and head into the computer room to check email, facebook, etc and would spend my morning "me time" in front of the computer before it was time to head out to work. When thinking about a place to pray, I quickly realized that I make time every morning for everything else in my life that I CHOOSE to do...but I never make time to really pray or read my Bible. So...the fast began....
     I decided to get up each day, make my java java(this is what I lovingly call my coffee) and breakfast and that before I could watch the news, check email/FB, or any other type of media that I would devote that time to start reading my Bible and praying. The church fast ended last week and I have no idea what anyone else chose to do, but I can tell you one thing: For me, having a place to pray DOES matter. I was sooo surprised the difference it made in my life in such a short time. It was not always easy to do because of waking up late, my own laziness, the weather, staying in a hotel for 4 days, and all sorts of random things that happened, but it was always worth it. I finally learned the impact that reading scripture can make on my prayer life.
     This is how I see it- We all have relatives that we have heard stories about, seen pictures of, maybe even met a time or two when we were little, but do we really know them??? Do we know how they lived their lives, their thoughts, their words of wisdom for future generations??? I am learning that by reading God's word I am creating a more personal relationship with him and that I am not just relying on the memories and stories that other people have told me. I grew up in church, I had coloring books of Bible stories as a child, I had family members in every direction letting me know how important it is to make God my priority..... but until this fast I didn't take the time to consistently read it for MYSELF. Think about it--- if you had the memoirs of your great grandmother wouldn't you read them? Or would you just let other people that read them tell you how wonderful they are? Up until now I was content just hearing the stories and reading bits and pieces here and there.....but I am so thankful that I took the time to read it myself and that now this is no longer something I am doing for the fast- this is now something that I do just because I love it. Surprised? Ya, me too... but it's a good surprise.

     Whew.....told you guys I think alot.....so what do you think??? Do you have a place to pray?? Do you want one?? It's ok if you don't- but mine is at my dining room table with my jammies on, my java java close by on my rooster placemat, and my crazy morning hair for only God and I to see.

Me a Blogger??? No.... Naaaa....Well??? Maybe?????

After watching a movie about a woman who blogs her way through a cookbook (no names mentioned of course), I started thinking about blogging. I have never been a person who consistenly journals or writes in a diary, but I think I could blog. I think alot....and talk alot too if I trust you with my thoughts. I have alot of ideas and random " I wonder......" moments. I hope to use this outlet for my thoughts frequently and I do hope to receive comments and feedback. If you know me and are reading this then I encourage you to comment and if you don't know me...well....let me know how you heard about this blog and still comment!

Wow....I guess this if my first one....not too shabby ehh???