Thank God

I hear that phrase a lot: Thank God! 

I mean, a lot. So much, that the "Thank" and the "God" are merely shadow words. They are there, but are they really there? Am I honestly thanking God when I say:

• Thank God I packed another outfit in the car for my almost-potty-trained child.
• Thank God I drank a mocha latte this morning. It's going to be one of those days.
• Thank God the season finale of Glee is still on Hulu.
• Thank God the Gap Outlet had one pair of $4 jeans in my size. (Four dollars, people!)

Probably, not. Well, okay, I did actually praise God for that last one. Finding a great-fitting pair of jeans on a Goodwill budget can be nothing short of miraculous. Regardless of budget, a great pair of jeans is almost as elusive as a great bathing suit. You might read about them in magazines or on blogs but you seldom encounter them in real life.

Everything God does is worthy of praise. Everything. He gave me life. He gave my children life. I want to reclaim those words: Thank God. Starting today.

"I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart." (Psalm 9:1)

A Little Sunday Grace

"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" -- Philippians 4:4

A Little Sunday Grace

"He replied, 'You give them something to eat.' " (Luke 9:13)

God challenges us to think bigger - not only about what He can do but also what you can do in His name.  Whose angel can you be today?

It's a No-Go-Sew

I fell in love with a fabric on Yummy Fabrics a few months back.

I didn't expect to fall in love. I don't sew. Not even buttons. But I had plans. Big plans. And a sewing machine my mother-in-law bought for me 7 years ago. (I guess she had big plans for me, too.)

So I mail-ordered my fabric bride. The fabric arrived but my knowledge of sewing machines was not in the box. I did discover, however, that although I earned a degree in English and French, I apparently can not comprehend the instruction manual that came with said sewing machine. Not even the visuals. Talking to the sewing machine didn't help either. My French did come in handy during our, um, chat.

Now, it's just me and my fabric. Shakespeare was right: "The course of true love never did run smooth." Well, I guess my English and French came in handy after all.