God brings Sweetness to the Soul

My Mom really was my best friend. Before she died of cancer when I was 22, we had a special relationship. I remember being so happy when I'd see her big van coming around the corner to save me from school or work or boredom. We'd go to lunch or go grab a soda and then I knew that whatever was bothering me would be "all better" soon. There's nothing quite like the comfort of your mother. You can talk about almost anything and she always thinks the best of you. She actually wants to hear all the tiny insignificant details of your life.

Eventhough I've had many friends I could call and spend time with and I have a loving husband, I've never felt as content and comfortable to hang out with anyone in quite the same way. My mom use to "rescue me" from the world whether I needed rescuing or not. I've never felt that since she's been gone.

But God...

But God has caused me to come into close relationship with some friends in my life recently who care about me, who build me up, who I am excited to see. They are mothers and they really care about my experiences and want me to be happy. I know that's how friends are supposed to be, but its not usually that way in the world. Today, I went to lunch with 3 very special ladies. I hadn't expected to go to lunch with them and when I found out we were going, I felt for a quick moment, like I'd been "rescued " from my day!

It was a sweet feeling. God can really give you everything you need. Even a little thing, like that "rescued" feeling, God knows is important to me. I'm so blessed that He knows me and He really sees me and He wants to give me good things.

Just Say No

Today I said no to 3 different kinds of cookies, cinnamon chip bread, candy, bbq chips, cheez balls, and chocolate pudding. I did eat a piece of toast with a lil' bit of honey on it.

And then I ran out into the street and fell to my knees in the pouring rain and cried out to the heavens, "Why? Why!?! WHYYYY!!!!"

So, it wasn't raining, but it was very sad.

So yay for success and victory and stuff. Woot. Woot.

P.S. My lil son just ran over here and said, "Mommy! Mommy! Smell my arm pit! It smells really good!" I didn't say no, but instead, I took a deep whiff and then I rejoiced with him for his good hygiene!

And with that, there is joy in my life once more!