So I had the very unlikely occurance of meeting up with TWO friends from my past this week/weekend. Each friend is from a totally different part of my life and one of which I haven't seen for 9 years. One knew me since the 6th grade in CA, the other I met in 10th grade when my family up and moved to New Mexico (grrrr, hiss hiss). The only real thing they share in common is that neither friend knew me when my faith was really real.

The CA friend has been my faithful friend for a long time. She's seen the good and bad in me. I tried to explain the drastic change I went through about 8 years ago to her, and I can remember seeing the look on her face and she clearly didn't understand. I was now a real Christian. She could tell my life was different---that I didn't drink anymore and party, but she didn't really understand/believe the whole Jesus thing. To this day she would say she doesn't know if there is really a heaven or hell. Wow. This is hard for me to understand and somewhere I doubt that I've shared with her all that I could.

My other friend, who now lives in Houston, she and I share way too many memories in the "party" category. She has since gotten married and has 2 beautiful children. She tells me that she's a good girl now and goes to a Mormon church. With only 30 minutes to chit chat in the mall today (after not seeing each other for 9 years), I know she has no idea what my relationship with Jesus is all about and how he truly did change my life (and continues to). I feel as if it was too easy to act like we are two peas in a pod.... wild and now tamed. But it's so much more than that isn't it?

I remember praying not to long ago that God would reunite me with some of my old friends so that I could really share with them about how Jesus has changed my life. I have a friend who is awesome about reconnecting with even her friends from junior high and that made me so envious of her. I realized what an opportunity it was. So here I am...smack dab in the middle of the "opportunity" and somehow I feel like I failed. Somehow it's too easy to just relate on the mom level and not dig in to other important stuff. I know there is a time and a place for certain things, but maybe something should have been said that wasn't.

I'm totally thrilled to be back in touch with my friend and truly grateful that her life has had wonderful outcomes. We both could have been headed to doom many a time. She actually informed me of a few of our close friends back from high school that indeed did that---drugged out, unhealthy, unmarried with kids, partying like it was 1999, etc. It is completely by the grace of God that these words do not define me. And it is by the grace of God they don't define you either. No good will of mine can make me into the person I want to be. Not without God. He's the one who intended me to be someone that glorifies Him. For how long did I fail at doing that? And still do, mind you.

I need help and encouragement when it comes to sharing Jesus with people. I can do it overseas any day---but doing it here, in my neighborhood with everyday people just like me, tends to be a little more difficult. Can I opt out by saying it isn't my gift? Naaa, not really. But I'm admitting that it is a struggle and I never want to appear like I have it all together and am doing everything right. Man, my husband could testify that would be a crock of bull. :) Okay, time to go to bed. I hope you can relate on some level with this and feel free to share your thoughts.

Okay, so I'm sorry that I haven't updated this sooner. Many of you are still intently praying for us every night that we will find a house. Well, you can cease the praying (atleast for that) because we found a home. We move in 2 weeks and it is in Keller. It's a great home and has enormous potential. I hate to say it but I have NO VISION. Nope, just not me. I am pretty much the opposite of a visionary. I live in the here and now. I say this to explain that my excitement level is at a stand still right now. There are too many things that still need to happen in order for me to breathe a sigh of relief.
Brian, on the other hand (bless his heart) sees the house in all its splendor immediately. He knows exactly how the walls, floors and colors are going to look. And no joke, he'll have them looking that way in just under a week. He's crazy. He will go absolutely bonkers and will not be content until pretty much everything is as he pictured it. So he's all giddy right now, staring at paint swatches, etc while I'm flipping through a magazine in my chair. :) I have to admit I feel a little guilty because I know we are super blessed and God has truly worked everything out (as usual) so I should be demonstrating a slightly better attitude. Forgive me, I'm a sinner.

Okay, so a second update is that the private situation going on in my family has just gone haywire and is at its lowest point. We really need your prayers like never before. Pray for safety, patience, health, and peace. Guys, sin truly has no boundries as far as the damage it can do. I'm utterly amazed at the aweful effects it is having on my loved ones right now.....with no end in sight. Father, Father, DRAW NEAR TO US. I'm convinced that is the only way to get through this. I'd love more than anything to share names so you can pray more specifically but for now that is off limits. Just know, there is a family out there (parents and kids)that need a lot of healing and any prayers you can offer will be treasured.

Last little story to end on a positive note. If you know Noah very well, you know he is obsessed with music. Completely and utterly obsessed----mostly with the guitar or "tar" as he calls it. You can find him pretty much at any moment strumming his air guitar. We will be driving somewhere in the car and he'll say, "Mama." I'll say "Ya?" "Mama....tar"= he wants me to play my air guitar. "Daddy." Brian will say "Ya?" "Daddy, boom boom" = he wants Brian to play the pretend drums on the steering wheel". The strumming has recently come to mean that Noah is happy. He used to clap when he was happy. Now, he strums.....all the time. So anyway, a couple days ago he was strumming in the family room on the floor. He picked up a little decorative rock, and kept trying to put it in his ear while continuing to strum his tar. Brian and I were like "what is he doing?" After several attempts he finally got it to stay and just bobbed his head while continuing to strum. He said "Nino". That pretty much said it all. We figured out that he was trying to be like our worship minister, Nino Elliott, with the microphone in his ear and the mouth piece that extends down from there. We cracked up. He truly never ceases to amaze us.