Bob has advanced to flying solo! They cut his shirt as part of a
long-held traditional ceremony. Bob explained that back before
headsets, the instructor sat directly behind the student and used
long shirt tails to help communicate what needed to be done. When
the student advanced to flying solo, the shirt tails were cut off to
show he didn't need the instructor telling him what to do.
I spent all of last week with the grand kids. Bob brought me home
last night and pampered me... he took me to see the horses, cooked
supper and did the dishes while I played a game on the computer.
This morning, he is out flying and the house is super quiet! Ah...
what a wonderful mother's day morning.
Love this poster! It shows Bob and I doing what we love
Of course, it has been quite a long time now since I've done any racing, but, maybe, some day, I will be able to enjoy it again. In the mean time, I will enjoy the peace I get from just listening to Destiny chew while brushing him.
I decided to go to the dentist at the first twinge of a tooth pain
this time in the hopes that they could save the tooth (instead of
dealing with the pain for a year while trying all the natural
remedies that were supposed to regain enamel and so forth). Nope.
ok... MAYBE the dentist team knew what they were talking about when
they said I should plan on taking it easy today... but... it is sooo
nice outside and so much is calling my name! I spent an hour
preparing my tires for planting and putting the seeds in (I need
Bob's help with the water as the hose does not want to stay on the
faucet ) and used my little, electric weed eater (that I love)
for it's 10 minute battery life. It was fun, but my throbbing mouth
says that that was a bit too much "taking it easy" for
today and has demanded that I do absolutely nothing all afternoon.
I received FOUR compliments on my new color today! Of course, three of them were at a garden center and those people do love color!
It is a shade that will never be seen again. My first attempt at purple over my faded green was a disaster (I looked very grey ). I then ran out of that purple and had to mix in another leftover bottle of a different brand - hence the various shades. It really turned out well though
No, this is not a homeless man’s residence. It is not someone moving. It is not even just a filthy truck. I look at it and see a spiritual lesson (at least, this morning I do ). This represents a spiritual battleground.
Our “vehicles” become full of wasted time, broken promises, tainted thoughts, decomposing joy, and general filthiness.
Yet, when the Holy Spirit points out that it is time to “clean house”, we respond with:
It’s mine – don’t touch!
I don’t need help! I’ll deal with it.
You’re not giving me enough time.
It’s not my fault – this is how I was raised.
It’s not my fault – it’s the DNA you gave me.
It’s not my fault – it’s the people you put in my life.
It’s too hard.
Stop telling me how to live my life.
I’m an adult and can do whatever I want – just leave me alone!
The more we deny the help offered, the more “junk” we collect. What once was a closed closet of skeletons fills up our “vehicle” and, eventually, that toxicity spills out into every aspect of our life - destroying all that it comes into contact with. If we continue to refuse to work with the Holy Spirit and accept that we need help dealing with this stuff, we risk losing EVERYTHING in this life AND for eternity.
The Bible says:
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.” Jeremiah 17:9-10
“A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.” Ezekial 36:26
All we have to do is ask and help will be given.
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:" Matthew 7:7
We still have to put in effort (and it can be hard!), but we are not working alone. And, the rewards are well worth the struggle. ?
While I was staying with my oldest, I ran out of allergy eye drops and the local store did not have the type I can use available. Since Bob needed a long distance solo flight on record for his pilot's training, he came to the rescue and delivered it. My hero!