Stories and other stuff

I am not spending father's day with my little people.  I do have a houseful of little ones today, though, that are not my little people, although they run around with my last name. They're Wendi's kids.  Yes, that  Wendi, and no, I don't understand it either, except that they're here and they're just kids that want desperately to be loved.  I so understand that, though. Anyway, my mom and her friend are coming for an early birthday BBQ so I have to make this quick, but I have a story to tell.  OK, two stories to tell because one is going to lead in to another. I have to buy a rim for my truck.  I needed tires and the shop I went to wouldn't mount a tire to one of the rims because the holes are wallered out.  Wallered is a word where I work.  I had forgotten how that happened.  Seven years ago, someone loosened the lug nuts on my front tire and the rim became damaged.  I have spent $600 in the last two weeks to get both cars registe...

God is good to me. So much has gone on lately, and it kinda feels like maybe things are turning a bit of a corner.  I hope so anyway. Today was a great day.  Yesterday wasn't bad either, except for the part where I hit my head on the side of the airplane's elevator, which tried to take the top off my head and literally dropped m to my knees.  It hurt.  I hate that little blind spot I have right there. Anyway, it feels like God and I have been growing deeper in our relationship lately.  I kinda got warned in April that things would get worse before they got better, but in that, I think it was God trying to help me trust Him.  Sometimes I have trust issues.  I think too, though, that God has been showing me that.  I say that because when I was speaking with him, I reminded him of this: "You know how I am." The reply:  "That's the point." God's little way of reminding me that He's trying to change the part about me that tends to worr...

Somebody needs this story today.  I don't know who you are or how you'll find these words, but I know it's not just about me telling a story.  Someone needs to know God shows up, and shows off! It's a simple story, really, and one that involves a nudging, being a bit lazy, and some circumstances that were not of my doing. Several months ago, I was given two twin beds.  I put one together in the sitting room I put together for my Who (a story I told you last year).  The other one was supposed to go in Miss June's room, which is cluttered top to bottom with a collection of her stuff and stuff her daughter abandoned during several moves over the last seven years that Miss June felt the need to rescue.  Several of the pieces of said bed are stacked up and being used as shelves (drawers and headboard) and the hardware for that bed is among the missing.  My mom needed a bed for her condo and I told her that she could have the one Miss June wasn't using as a...