Waiting, and not so patiently.

I am in a holding pattern.
It wasn't even my idea, I hadn't even been thinking about it and then all of a sudden Hubby set it in motion.
You know how everybody LOVES weekends? Time to relax, hang out, no worries of being somewhere or work needing to be done?
Well, it so happened the WE needed some work to be done, and guess what; she was out of the office Friday and then it was the weekend.

And we've got snow...more snow. Snow today, 4-8 inches and then some more coming Thursday into Friday.

Yes, the snow matters, we just had a blizzard! (I wouldn't have called it that, but the weather people do, so blizzard it is...It crippled things like roads and airports and MAIL.
And for the record isn't the USPS motto: Through rain, sleet and snow...
I'm not saying I agree with it, I'm just pointing out that THEY make the claim...

Noting the crabby mail carrier and his outrageous expectations of snow removal and with holding mail from us if said snow is not removed to HIS expectations...does he NOT get that we live on a busy street? We can clear away snow and ten minutes after we get inside the plow comes by. We live on a school bus route, that plow comes by a lot. When the snow bank at the end of your drive way is taller then what your blower can throw over, where in heaven's name does he expect it to go? Rob suggested spray painting the snow banks with Merry Christmas "since they are so high and lots of place to write."
I can only imagine Mailperson's comment to that. He once told me, that we needed to clear the snow, which my husband had done earlier that day. I told him it was clear, the plow went by and that we were not allowed to put it in the street. He snarled "You're drive way is clear."
Uh huh, I know it is, because the plow doesn't push mountains of snow up into our drive way to clear the streets, it pushes mountains of snow along the side of the road to clear the street for cars. it just happens that the mailboxes our ALSO on the side of the roads. I didn't put the mailboxes there. My driveway is clear, park at the end of it and walk on up to deliver the mail, that's what they USED to do. I didn't make it "easier for the drivers" so they didn't have to get out of their warm little trucks and walk a few feet to do their job...
My husband delivers news papers at the crack of dawn every.single.day. He doesn't get Sundays off, he doesn't get holidays off, no every.single.day he delivers papers. EVEN when the rest of the world has closed down do to blizzard, HE was out doing his paper route. Why? Because everybody expects their paper to be on their step or in their box by 6am.
Rob's route is what's called a rural route, which means most of the papers get put into a box at the end of a very long driveway. But there are some folks that insist on having door service, which means Rob drives through their UNplowed driveways to place the paper in between the doors so it doesn't get "lost".
I think a certain person needs to lower his expectations or he could find himself on the naughty list.

So I'm in a holding pattern.
Paperwork needs to be filed and signed and delivered.
There are prayers that are said every single day. One of them is on the verge of being answered, and I am trying my best to wait patiently for the details to be worked out.
Until then, May your days be Merry and Bright
And may your Christmas, be like mine, WHITE. hee hee (that was a hint)

Good and Clean

One of the things I struggle with is feeling good.
No, I'm not talking about my physical body feeling 100%, I'm talking about feeling like I'm a good person. Worthy. You know, nice, kind, someone people like and want to know more about, spend time with, pursue a relationship with. Good, as oppose to bad, mean, selfish. Someone that makes others uncomfortable, cold.
Today my mission was to spend time in Gods word. I read my daily reading.
Isaiah 40:1-2 was highlighted. It was in BOLD. Take note! Look at this! THIS is important!
Old testament bores me, mostly because I can't pronounce any of the names and frankly it's just kinda wordy. Just get to the point. The new Testament is when Jesus speaks. I like hearing Jesus.
Back to the BOLD print. (We were asked to pick one or two words to meditate on, here's what I CHOSE)
Comfort, comfort. Tell her that her sad days are gone and her sins are pardoned.
I am to take comfort! My sad days, I can let them go...I am pardoned.
So why the heck am I holding on to the saddness? Who knows! Let it go girl! You are pardoned.
Then I moved on to the New testament for the day Ephesians 1:14
The Spirit is God's guarantee that he will give us the inheritance he promised.
GUARANTEE!
I am guaranteed an inheritance. The spirit that lives and moves me is my guarantee that even though I may tick HIM off and do the wrong thing,say the wrong thing, hold on too tightly to what needs to be let go, I have an inheritance.
I am pardoned and I am FAMILY in the house of the Lord. He said I am worthy of inheritance, good enough to pardon. I am good.
OH, reckless heart of mine, believe in the promises God has made to you. Satan wants to bring you down, wants to remind you of your flaws and sins. He wants to make you feel unworthy of the grace of God. Take comfort, you are pardoned. Let the saddness go, let the worry you carry to fall to the ground like sand weighing you down. Straining your steps, stop looking at the stains, Like the clothes you washed full of blue crayon, it took time, it took many washings but the stains came out. Renewed, waiting to be washed again after wearing. GO, WEAR God today, you are clean and good in Him.