O Praise Him!

As I was doing some midnight laundry tonight, this song popped into my head. I was filled with such a sense of worship -- I had to find it.

Even in the midst of Midnight Laundry - I can still praise. It's not a new revelation - I'm just enjoying the moment with God. So go along with me...

I know this video has been around for a while - but it is one of my favorites!
The song is awesome.

O, Praise Him!!


David Crowder Band "O, Praise Him".

Funny way to say it...

Yesterday, J-man came up beside me while I was scrolling through e-mails.
He took note of my earrings.
"Oh, you wearing a earring. I like it." Then he noted that I had on two earrings.
"Oh, you have two." (or something like that...I forgot by the charm of the next sentence)

"You like a lady, mom." He went back to playing his game. as he picked up his controller,
"A BOY lady. I figured that out myself."

I was afraid that maybe I should wear make up more often - or fix my hair differently.
I thought it was funny, because of the "figured that out myself" comment.
I told my funny to the professor who pointed out that it was supposed to be complimentary.

J-man has decided that girly things -- well, they're not quite evil - but they're close. He is adamant that he partake in nothing girly.

So for him to tell me that I was a "boy lady" -- means that he thinks I'm cool.

It's different....but I'll take it.
My four year old thinks I'm cool. I hope he thinks that for a very long time.

One Pure and Holy Passion

I woke up with this song in my heart this morning.
It is the cry of my heart. That I would run after Him. The lover of my soul.
Even on the days that I don't feel "the passion" - it's nice to know that He is approachable.

Costly Consternation...

otherwise known as "How to make a shoe sales man cringe".

My old, worn out shoes.
Be glad it's not a scratch and sniff.

I've known I needed new shoes for a while. When your feet hurt as much as when you wear them as when you don't - it's time for new shoes.

So tonight, I asked the Professor if we could stop by the running shoe store --
(a store that sells running shoes - not a shoe store that is actually running. Just wanted to clear that up - you know, just in case I read this later, when I've had more caffeine. Or, even if you read this later. With or without caffeine.)

I've had really good experiences by buying my shoes at this kind of shoe store. They know exactly what I need when I say, "My ankles roll and I have flat feet."
So we stopped at the one that was along our path - to see if they were open. They were. And in I went. I explained that I needed new shoes, my ankles roll and I have flat feet.

He, turned out it was the owner of the place (don't I feel special), knew exactly what I needed. He checked my old shoes for size and said, "These are Brooks Ascension number something something, that I promptly forgot. They haven't made these since before I opened my store (mumbled in shock) years ago."

I really think he'll be talking about me for days. He put my shoes in the box from whence my new *unsmelly* shoes came with a bit of awe. They either really stunk, or he was just freaked by the fact that they were so old.

I selected two new shoes. One for everyday, one for walking (which I need to get back to) and told him that my old ones would be lawn mowing shoes.

"Yeah, those would be good for that soft surface."
Which was probably a very nice way of saying, "Gooberhead."

It's a woodchuck, after all

I passed by Mini-Me's school papers, and glancing down, saw the word "woodchuck".

I asked her the immortal question about the wood chuck chucking would, if it could.

She grinned at me for being silly.
Then she said, "But it CAN chuck wood, it's a wood chuck, after all."

I just laughed.
It made my day.