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I will be moving on over to "Staceystace"...
for no other reason except that my template is WEIRD right here and unfortunately, if I am ever going to have time to blog, I will need to skip trying to figure out what is up with my little page. SO, I will just make a shift...and KEEP GOING.

Staceystace has kind of stuck on me anyway. First, it was Mark's name for me but now my brother-in-law calls me Staceystace (I call him Skippy) and I noticed that my stepfather called me Staceystace at Thanksgiving (I call him Georgie) so, why not? :-)

I have had a very busy semester in school, both being a student and caring for three students of my own. I am excited about getting back to blogging, so please join me!! I am preparing for finals this week (prayers), but LW/CDR* I will be back to the self-therapeutic keyboard in a few days.

SHALOM!

*"Lord willing and the creek don't rise". I say this constantly as a reminder that no matter what plans I make, God will determine the outcome - always - and my kids thought this little (southern (?) - I don't know where it originated) phrase was hil-ari-ous so I say it all the more.

Today I cast my burdens at His feet. There is no fight left; I surrender. I am free in Christ! Totally free.

This is to commemorate my freedom and to pray sincerely that you who are reading this post will know the heights and the depths of the love of God.

As you read these words, please say a prayer to the Father for me, that I will run this race, from this day forward, looking into the eyes of Jesus, never looking back. I pray the same for you.

I will no longer post to this blog. Lord willing, I will begin a new format soon and come back to provide a link.

I apologize to you who regularly read this blog, or to you who stumble upon it in on a topical search quest because my schedule does not allow for consistent posting. Additionally, as I have conveyed in my previous posts, I am in a place of contemplation right now and, quite frankly, most of my personal writing is going into my most private journal that is between God and me. It is much needed.

However, I came across a helpful blog as I was researching a topic and found the Pastor's Perspective. Quite obviously, I am not a pastor, but have found many helpful articles. One of them that I want to pass along is concerning Governor Palin's potential leadership role in light of the controversy among believers as to whether a female in leadership is biblical. You may find it here.

If you would like an informed, intellegent address on the political issues of the day, then I will have to have Mark write on that note, as I am inept. Nevertheless, I know that there are many Christians struggling with these decisions and I hope this site is of assistance.

Dillon: Mom, have you ever considered getting a portable pulpit to carry around with you?

Me: Um. No. Are you suggesting I am preachy?

Daniel: Yes, Mom. That is exactly what he is saying. Right, Dill?

Dillon: *snicker*

Me: I have a captive audience. It is better for me to talk about the things of the Lord than the foolishness that would come out of my mouth if left to myself.

I proved that little truth on Friday morning when I was rude and snappy to Dillon and Sara at the bus stop. Later, as I frantically tried to study for a test, all I could think about was that I had sent them out into their day in a most unloving way. I was so grieved and knew that the Lord was displeased. I could not wait until they got home so I could ask for their forgiveness. Whether I like it or not, I DO carry a pulpit with me everywhere I go. I can use it for the glory of God or to spout my own stupidity. Oh, how I need the grace of God to daily change my heart so that sweet words will flow out instead of all that I am capable of on my own.

Yesterday, on my way in to class, I had a sudden attack of the curse of Eve which resulted in me missing that class and heading out to Target to buy a pair of pants to change into. I made it back for the rest of my classes but lost the little time I had for the gym between them. grrr.

Today, my printer had a jam, so I decided I would just stop into the library to print out the paper that was due within the hour. No sweat, right? You know the answer already because I set you up for it: wrong. As I was walking in I reached for my student ID and printer card. Not there. Still in gym bag which was: where? At home. double Grrr.

Improvise. I ran (all out of breath) to the curriculum center to use the computer. Since I was last there someone had played a trick on me. The printer had been moved behind the desk and whoever was supposed to be attending it was obviously, well, not. curses. So okay, I just went back there and got it myself, plopped 30 cents on the counter and ran to class. I was 5 minutes late and only caused a minor interruption when I got settled in right in the center of the room during the lecture.

Tonight was open house for 2 kids. waaaa. There was an hour between the two meetings - too much time to wait, not enough time to leave. boohoo. So I found Dillon's teacher from last year and we chatted it up about body hair and how we hate it. Don't ask.

The moral of the story: there isn't one. I just want to gripe. My body has seriously not even considered menoupause, quite obviously (I am going to need a transfusion)...I just wanted to come home and didn't get to...and I haven't worked out.

Loving on my family,

studyin' on this here thing about bein' a teacher,

watching a lot of high school football games,

listening to some interesting thoughts from three interesting kids,

snatching every minute I can get to try to outdo my husband in love,

...that's what I'm doing.

I have hit a wall in bloggy land. I've just plainly lost interest. I'm seeking some specific things from the Lord and wanting to know Him more.

It is just not in me to let something fall through the cracks without an explanation. So, there it is - the reasons I am taking a hiatus from the Land of Blog.

"I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears."

-Psalm 34:4

I am taking a required course in gothic literature. On the first day of class, I walked out and frantically called Mark. "I don't want this stuff in my head!! I can't do it!!"



Long little story short...I don't have a choice if I want to graduate someday. So. I am in there. I have to admit I am taking in the discussions, because it reveals so much to me as to what people believe, and why. The discussions revolve very much about religion. I was even surprised to find that William Cowper is one of the "graveyard poets".

Here is something I posted on the class message board tonight. I thought I would let you all in on an interesting little absurdity! The discussion is about why we have to focus on death to understand life.

I say to that: baloney.


I concentrate on life and how I should be using the time I have on earth. I think it is natural to be curious about death, because it is an unknown state that we will all enter. However, since I believe that a resurrection awaits me, and I will never know what it is to be inside a cold corpse, I see no healthy outcome to focus on death.

I once worked in a cemetery. My husband (then fiance) lived in a house IN the cemetery for a few weeks prior to our wedding. He worked there, too. People asked us how we could work in the funeral home and be around the dead bodies without fear. As a Family Service counselor, I frequently sat alone with the casket awaiting guests to arrive for a graveside ceremony. My fiance lounged in ease at night in the old house at the cemetery.

We answered them that it was quite simple. We chose not to go into the embalming room, look at grotesque pictures or listen to the scary stories. While walking through the cemetery I don't remember thinking too much about the decomposing bodies under the ground. Instead, I wondered what kinds of things these people did while they were alive. I prayed for the families of the newly buried. My focus was on serving the bereaved living.

We did not watch horror movies. Since those things were not a part of our repertoire, it just didn't pose a problem. That was, by the way, intentional. It was all around us, but we felt there could be better images, thoughts and concerns going on in our heads.

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