Followed Danielle's lead and went ahead and bought The House at Tyneford online. After reading Danielle's blogpost about the book, opened my email and found that I had an email from Swagbucks with a new $5 giftcard for Amazon. Had to pay a bit more than that, but what fun to have a book to look forward to. And as Danielle mentioned, I've heard it likened to Downton Abbey, so what could be better?
Spent lunchtime with fourth son. We went to Hancock's and I picked up an upholstery remnant to cover the sofa cushions. We already have a sage green quilt on the back (the pugs have made craters in the back from sitting on it) and the new black floral on the seat looks a treat. Well, I think so. The kids always kid me (have mentioned this before) that I'm unable to buy fabric without getting flowers on it. So true. I gravitate to them like magic.Listening to Natalie Grant's 'Alive' and it so gets to me....second son had me listen to it last night and it's ripping through my heart with what's on my mind. There's a prayer concern regarding Gary's overnight work with FE. He's just exhausted with it, and the meager pay involved isn't reward enough to balance the sacrifice. But if he quits, we lose that bit of money which is fine for groceries, but not for much else. My faith is an issue here. I so like a sure thing, but what's that? Comfort is so elusive, and alluring at the same time.
At writer Traci DePree's Twitter site she said this, "Do Christians have the right to monetize the death of Christ? Heaven forbid. He'll care for our needs so stop fretting about your pay." Not that she was talking about what I'm talking about, but I SO often lack the faith to believe for the hard stuff. I squirm. Her last sentence hits it right on.
Got to remember as well that the evil one probably has his knickers in a twist in regards to my wonderful journey in the Anglican church. Mustn't wallow in frustration and despair, but look up. Always up.
