First off, I wanted to thank you all for being with me these last 15 weeks. I certainly hope that my devotions have helped you fall in love with God a little more. Next week I’ll go in to be induced to FINALLY meet my little baby boy. That also means, less sleep for me, and less blogging, at least until I can get our family of four used to being a family of four. Today will be the last devotional blog for at least a few weeks. I’ll be sure to post on facebook and Twitter when it is back. And I may can do some to schedule, but it will not be daily. Thanks for reading, and I look forward to starting back up soon!
Pile your troubles on god’s shoulders— he’ll carry your load, he’ll help you out. He’ll never let good people topple into ruin. Psalm 55:22 MSG
God is for us. Not sure how many times I have to say this before folks actually believe it, but He is.
Bad things do still happen, like I said yesterday, that’s due to the devil doing his job greatly. People don’t trust in God like they used to.
But you can. You can give your troubles to him, and he will deal with them.
David wrote this when he had been captured by the Philistines. He knew.
He wasn’t scared of them.
He wasn’t afraid of what they would do to him or his people.
He trusted God in a way that most of us will never even have to!
God will not let us fall to ruin.
Just like Paul said in Philippians- if we are alive, then we preach Christ, and if we die, even better because we are with Him! Most of us aren’t here yet. I know I’m not.
I do know there is No need to be afraid of someone who can’t take anything from you.
Our God is good. Let’s work toward believing that with our lives.
Well, I’ve been busy. And in a good way busy!I found some really cute sewing tutorials online, and, well.. They were little girl dresses, so I HAD to try them. I’ve completed one, and started on another. Which.. I’ve had to redo parts.. so it’s taking me a bit longer. But first, let me catch you up.
Yesterday we went to Hattiesburg. I wanted McAlisters, then when we got there it was INSANE. SO many people there. Then we realized, it was “Free Tea Day!” apparently. I just like their food.. but, of course, we got their free sweet teas too, and enjoyed them as well. The place was PACKED out.
Lucy enjoyed her free sweet tea.
Ok, for the dress… Here is where I found the idea. Here is her version:
I went to Shirlies to get the material. And of course, they don’t sell knits (T-shirt material), so I did what any hormonal, 9 month pregnant lady who is quite determined to make something would do. I bought some Tshirts.
These were close enough in color and texture to work. Plus, they were only a buck a piece!
And after slaving away at my sewing machine, and following the instructions like a champ – I got this cute thing!
Then I stuck my Cute-Lil-Lucy in her new Cute-Lil-Dress and took some pictures! She had just woken up, so she wasn’t quite as smiley as I would have liked. Still cute.
And Sans Ribbon.. Lucy I guess liked it better without?
I’m pretty proud of myself. I’ve tried working with tshirts before, and… well.. as you have seen… I’ve never posted something made from a Tshirt. The fabric is hard to work with. But, I was ever so determined, and I made it happen!
Then we came home, and Wes was being good ole ‘Farmer in the Dell’ and went around back to feed our ravenous chickens. I took Lucy and was going to play with her on our big pile of dirt.
I look over.. and I see Wes toting the 50lb bag of chicken feed and I see our rooster (our STUPID rooster) run up on him, like ALWAYS. He doesn’t have spurs, yet, but I still don’t want to run from a chicken in my yard.
I’ve told Wes to kill him. He’s jumped on Lucy, Me, Other folks, Other Folk’s kids, and Wes. But Wes wanted it to be in the heat of battle.
Well.. here was his battle. Wes grabs my stick (I carry a stick every time I go feed them, because.. well.. I don’t want rooster jumping on me. I’m already a little lopsided, I don’t need to run from a bird and fall…). It was a little 1×2. Wes swings, and misses.
Rooster taunts him. Gives him the stink eye.
Runs back to get a better view on his enemy (Wes) and Wes chunks that stick like David did that rock toward Goliath. (Ok, I’m getting a little theatrical here… he did throw the stick though).
It caught rooster perfectly on the neck.
And the whole saying about a chicken running around with it’s head cut off?
They wiggle.. A LOT after they are dead.
Like, a lot a lot.
About 1 minute into rooters death his comb and wattle (the red stuff on his head) had turned a very dark red. It was sorta sad. But then I was like.. Well.. You’re the idiot who kept trying to hurt folks.. Ya own fault!
Then, I proceeded to do something that I NEVER in a million years thought I’d be able to do….
Rooster was my favorite chicken. He was beautiful. Here he is as a teenager?
And as a youngin.
When he was little he would run up to my hand. He was never scared of me. He loved being petted. And then he got all.. hormonal.
I read chicken blogs about ways to tame them, and I tried them all. Nothing worked. He was a MAN rooster and would NOT back down. And with us about to have 2 small children.. I take no chances. So…
I hope he tastes as pretty as he looked.
I never thought I could do that. Pluck a chicken? Skin a chicken? Drain it of its blood? Clean out the inside…
But I did. At NINE months pregnant.
I gotta finish taking the meat off the bone today.
He will be lunch.
I will say this, as LOUD as that joker was… I kinda miss hearing him wake us up. But, then again, when I have this newborn and I’m napping in my bed, I will NOT miss loud rooster crowing beneath my house. Rooster crowed ALL DAY LONG.
Hope your weekend is better than his!