Catching Up

It seems like so long since I have blogged, it is taking some getting used to (or maybe it's this new computer and keyboard). Everything looks and feels different now. In general, I hate change. Not sure why, but change tends to somewhat freak me out. It's okay if you think I am a nut, you aren't the first and you definitely won't be the last. So, for those of you who have changed the look of your blogs while I have been gone (you know who you are - I wont mention any first names, but they rhyme with Bellie, Pamanda, Leg, Sassie and Cran)...I will be sending you a bill for my counseling.

I never realized until this week of being cut off from the outside world (well, okay just the Internet) how much I depend on reading each of your blogs for a lift each day. I had forgotten how much it stinks to wait until 6 and 11 to hear the day's news. I really didn't know how dependent I was until "The Great Computer Debacle of 2008". I suppose for a stay at home mom, blogs are a way to connect with people on my own timetable (does that make sense?). I can read your blogs at 3 am if I want, but I certainly would never call you at that time (well, unless you asked me to in which case I would call you if I couldn't seep).

Some other things I learned from "TGCD of 2008" is that a motherboard is expensive and it is really better to buy a new computer than t replace the motherboard in your ancient one. I realized that hackers and those evil people that spread viruses deserve nothing less than the death penalty. I realized that when I can't check your blogs, I find myself feeling as though I am in "time out" and missing all the fun. I found out that you have lots of bloggable moments during the time you are offline and then when you return, you cant remember any of them. Well, okay, here are two of the thousand from this past week:

On the way out the door the other morning a bee buzzed by Kaden's head and he said, "What's it called where bees live, Mommy? A bee hine?" (Say "bee hine" real fast three times and you will get it).

Then that night Lake came and sat on my lap and Kaden walked over and said, "Hey, that's my woman!"

Where do they get this stuff ???????(probably from their mom - she's a real hoot, ya know)

One story I do have to tell is about a conversation I had with a lady this week. I will keep her name and our connection secret since some who reads this blog may know her. She and I were having a conversation about children - having more or not having more. I told her that I know several people who have adopted children from overseas and then we talked about my friend Kellie, who is waiting on the call to go and get her baby girl from Korea. When I mentioned adoption she said, "I just can't see adopting a child when I can have children of my own". I replied, "But don't you see that adoption is a wonderful picture of Christ? My friend Kellie loves this child she has never even seen in person and she is obsessed with going to get her. This is her child even though she didn't physically give birth to her. She thinks about this child all the time - she is obsessed with her and even though she has never held her, she longs to be with this baby".

At that very moment, a light came on for me and tears stung my eyes because I 'got it', I really 'got it' this time. Jesus loves me that way. He loves me even though he has never physically touched me or had an audible person-to-God conversation with me. He cannot wait for me to be in His presence and He longs to be with me. I am constantly on His mind --He is obsessed with coming to get me. Jesus Christ, Son of the God of all creation, longs for me, His child whom He has never even physically held. He is obsessed with me.

He is obsessed with you too.