A strong woman verses a woman of strength

A strong women works out everyday to keep her body in shape...
but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.
A strong woman isn't afraid of anything... but a woman of stength shows
courage in the midst of her fear.
A strng woman won't let anyone get the best of her... but a woman of strength
gives her best to everyone.
A strong women makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future... a woman of stregth
realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessing and capitalizes on them.
A strong woman walks sure-footedly... but a woman of strength
knows Gods will catch her when she falls.
A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face... but a woman of strength
wears grace.
A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey... but a woman of strength
has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.
Annonamus
Dedicated to a woman of strength.

Close One

What happens when you mix a dresser, a trailer, and 60 miles an hour?
We were driving down the freeway a few weeks ago, in front of us was a truck with a trailor and a big dresser in the trailor. The dresser was laying flat and it was very big. I'm sure the people in the truck thought that the dresser wouldn't going anywhere because it was so heavy. But as we followed behind the trailor the wind began to catch the dressing we watched as it floated up and then flew off the trailor. There was no place for us to go. I was holding my breath all I could think about was that thing flying in our windshield. But the dresser flew to the pavement and slide across the lane right to the side of the road. Then we had to surve to miss the trailor as it pulled to the side of the road to claim its runaway furniture.
It was crazy scary and we were so lucky that day. I knew that Heavenl;y Father was looking over us.

Digging A Hole and Crawling In

We have a dog that likes to dog a hole close to the house and lay in it to either keep cool in the summer or to keep warm in the winter. I think that sometimes we all feel like digging a hole and crawling in.
I noticed on facebook a comment on people who are going through hard times.
I would like to tell you about something that happened to me several years ago.
Corbin was having a really hard time with his epilepsy and it was taking a big tole on him and the family I didn't know what else to do or where to turn for help. I prayed a lot but I never seemed to get an answer to my prayers. And then one day I read an Article in the Ensign that said if you aren't getting an answer to your prayer you need to change they way you are praying. I was asking for God to give me the answers. So I changed my prayer and asked God what he would have me do. I immediatley got an answer although it was not the one I was expecting. The answer was Trust In Me. I thought okay  I got an answer but what does it mean, Trust In Me. I started reading scripture after scripture trying to figure this out. None of it seemed to click then one day while reading the Ensign again there was an article about trusting our Father in Heaven. And then I knew what it meant, Jesus died on the cross not only for our sins, but it was to take on all our pain and suffering, He knows how we feel about everything He knows how we ache when our loved ones are suffering and all we can seem to do is sit back and say I am here and I love you. If we Trust In Him he will lighten the pain that we feel.

Can't wait for school to begin

Beleive it or not I am excited for school to start again not for the kids but for me. I had thought I would have found a little part time job by now but no such luck. I have got a lot of things done here but I am not cut out to be around the house all day. My kids are all older and don't need me around as much. I keep thinking I should finish all my started craft projects but somehow I  have hardly touched them. Oh well there is some hope beyond the horizon.

Hoping to get a house

We are hoping to buy a house and it is a crazy thing with all those short sales and all out there. It seems so much more complicated than it used to be.

I must share this little experience we had yesterday.
We were driving home and at the stop light right before our house a man ran into the back of our van. No one was hurt there is just minor damage to our van but his suv was pretty cruched up. The interesting thing was a little while after we had pulled to the side to take care of business a woman pulled to the sid of us and said she would be a witness for us. She was behind him and had watched him drive irratically, nearly running into us earlier and nearly running off the road once. she thought maybe he had been texting. We told the police officer about this witness and gave him her name and phone number. He started asking this man some questions, which then led into a sobriety testing, I've never seen this before the man swore he had not been drinking but the officer detected something was not right and the man did not have a phone so he could not have been texting. They used the breathilizer on him and was sitllnot satisfied and continued testing him. they then arreseted him for driving while under the influence they suspected perscription oxicotin. I had never seen that before and it really made me think about how many times I've taken over the counter pain medicine and wonder how it might effect how I drive.

This is a piture from our trip to Zions last month what a trip. Why is it so hard to convince teen age girls to get their picture taken.

CURTIS

This is for you Megan. you are the only one that reads my blog. If you wish to share with Angela and Nathen you can.

This is my foavorite and last picture I have of you and your Dad that I took. This picture was taken about 0ne year before we were seperated. We went to Snowbird I think and we got in a trame car that took us all the way to the top of the mountain. It was a happy day a day we all spent together.
It's hard for me to keep his memory alive, because even though there were some huge problems I truely loved him. That is one of the reasons I think I didn't even get remarried. I couldn't let go. I kept praying somehow things would work out. Sad, I know.
I wasn't supposed to feel so bad when he died because after all I was the Ex I had to be strong for you kids and no one quite understood me.
To lose your eternity with someone is very painful.
And to watch your children not getting a chance to know what a remarkable man their Father was and I am sure still is, is very distressing.
I always felt I should not talk of him, I always hoped your Grandma Sarah and your Aunt Dionne would help you fill in gaps.
There is a book I read once called Five People You Meet in Heaven. one of the Five lessons he learned was, Lost love is still love. Life has to en love doesn't.
Maybe knowing me I've loved just a little to much, and to many. But when I think of Curtis, which is what I called him, I sitll love.
Some of the most traumatic things we go through in life that shape us to be who we are the most rememberable of events. Remind us about precious life. The night I sat three small children down and had to find the courage and the right words to tell you your Dad had died made me realize just what a wonderful gift he had given me something nobody else could give me and something that nobody could ever take away. I looked at you children every day and saw Curtis.
Life has to end but love doesn't.