Me & God Chatting On The Deck

This isn’t a typical Sunday morning at our house, we aren’t getting ready for church.  Mr. Wonderful is getting ready to go to the hospital to see his mom, The Baby Girl is getting her bed made and her room ready for Princess Libby, me I’m sitting outside on the deck pretending the house is clean and enjoying some time with God and the laptop.

Mr. Wonderful joined me and asked me play his new favorite song, “Pray For You”. I told him it wasn’t the exact mood I was going for out here on the deck…he laughed and said please. I couldn’t refuse the man his simple little request….have I mentioned lately he cracks me up?

Anyone who knows me will not be surprised to find out I started my chat with God this morning with some Joyce Meyer….unlike Mr. Wonderful, Joyce and I were on the same page this morning.

You will never reach your destiny by thinking negative thoughts. When you first wake up in the morning, start saying, “I love my life. It is wonderful. I thank God for everything He has given me.”

You can see all the Joyce wisdom right here.

I really do love my life, it feels so good to say that and mean it.  This morning sitting outside reading my newest great find from the library A Woman Betrayed I was thinking how lucky I am.  My life is simple and I like it that way.  The character in the book I’m reading is learning she never knew the man she married, she thought her life was close to perfect and it’s crashing in around her….I’ve been there. 

Mr. Wonderful got a double whammy from The Monster-In-Law last night, she called with doom and gloom which is her typical.  She was hospitalized for yet another ailment, I said a prayer for her last night, but I do that quite often.  She is such a miserable human being you can’t help but feel sorry for her.  One of the best things we learned in counseling was her abusive behavior towards me has NOTHING to do with me…she is not a nice person so Mr. Wonderful deals with her.  I send food when she is sick, I make sure he remembers to call etc., but I don’t take the abuse any longer….lucky me….poor Mr. Wonderful.  The second wammy is the one that has us still reeling…..I’ve mentioned my stepson before the one that actually likes me or at least tolerates me….I call him Switzerland because he is the one always trying to keep the peace when everyone around him is loving the chaos.  He’s a sweet kid and loves his dad, I think he respects his dad and he should.  The MIL called and said he has signed the papers to enlist in the Army, Mr. Wonderful had talked to him about this and thought he had changed his mind.  We were hopeful he would come here after graduation, doesn’t look like it and I hurt for Mr. Wonderful.  Switzerland hasn’t broke the news to Mr. Wonderful and Mr. Wonderful is hurt by that. 

Today is round two of FUN AND SUN.  I’ve been out on the deck since 9:30 enjoying this beautiful day.

The girls will be arriving at 1:00 and my day will really get started.  Today’s drink of the day is Melon Mojitos…. and I am sure the girls will love them…we’ll be using the cuter then cute glasses The First Born got me for Mother’s Day. 

 “We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, ‘Why did this happen to me?’ unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.”

About Michelle

I started my blog as a way to connect with other paper crafters and of course it has gone a totally different direction. I've been able to share my experience as a mother, my hurt and disappointments over not having a relationship with my maternal unit, my walk with God and how knowing Him has changed me and continues to help me grow into the person I strive to be......
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