Archive | December 2014


We woke up this morning to a house that was 60 degrees.


We just had the furnace worked on less than two weeks ago, and it’s messed up again.

What a fitting way to end such a horrible year for us.  2014, I am so glad to see you go!!!!


Sunday evening

After getting off work at 3:00 yesterday, I took a short nap.  I was down at 3:40, and up again by 4:30.  I headed out to the grocery store to buy the monthly groceries.  I was a determined woman, clearly on a mission.  Thankfully, it wasn’t busy in the store, or I might have needed a sign like this:

I was back home, groceries unloaded, put away, and supper in the oven by 5:30!!!

I spent the rest of the evening hanging out with my daughter while watching Sherlock.  What a nice end to a busy weekend!

Coffee, happiness, and being thrifty

So does the title of this post have you thinking like this:

Keep reading.  It will all make sense.

Whenever I visit the coffee shop at work, I can use my badge and have the charges deducted from my paycheck.  At the end of the year, I always look to see the final total I’ve spent at the coffee shop, as well as at the cafeteria.  When I saw nearly $55 was spent on coffee alone, I started to choke.  Then I thought of it in different terms.  $55 seemed like a lot, until I divided that by 52 weeks.  That is just over $1 a week.  So $1 spent a week on some really good coffee that helps me find my “happy place” is money well spent.  And it really does help me find that happy place because it has more caffeine in it than what I drink at home, so it often gives me a much-needed boost in the middle of the afternoon.  I guess my thinking is that if something as simple as a good cup of coffee can help keep me in a very happy mood, that is PRICELESS.
As for the cafeteria, I only spent $7.44 for the entire year.  I usually bring my own lunch because it is so much cheaper.  Whenever I bring my lunch, I consider a “pay raise” to me just because I’m not spending at least twice that much for food from the cafeteria.

Just call me Scrooge!

So I had to work today.  Once I got home, there was a message on the phone that dh and dd had just headed out to the ER since dd has had a really bad cough that doesn’t seem to be getting any better.  (I tried to get them to come out there while I was still working so I could just leave my dept. and meet them in the ER after my shift.)  Turns out dd has an acute URI (upper respiratory infection).  I thought for sure it was going to be bronchitis.

The only thing I really wanted for Christmas this year after losing my brother was to spend time with family.  The large, extended-family-gathering (aunts, uncles, cousins, and their kids/grandkids), was today after I got off work.  After that, we were planning to meet at Mom and Dad’s for an intimate gathering with just my two siblings and our families.

My younger brother is also sick and skipping the festivities.  I feel really bad for my parents because this is their first Christmas after losing my brother.  I knew it was important to them for all of us to be together.  However, with dd being sick (and likely contagious), we opted to stay home from the festivities.  So this Christmas was a bust for us.  What a bummer!

Once I got home from work and realized they were gone, I tore into the house and took down all of the Christmas decorations.  Everything was down and put away in less than an hour.  And that, my friend, is why I give you permission to call me Scrooge!

A spiritual gift

I was listening to Kari Jobe on youtube this evening while trying to conquer my to-do list before hubby and dd got home from work.  She was talking about how they skipped the normal gift-giving one particular Christmas.  Instead, what they did was give a gift that had a strong spiritual meaning to them.  I paused and thought, “Hmm….what would I choose to do for a gift like this?”  It didn’t take long before the answer came to me.

My gift would be two-fold.  First, I would give an instrumental flute CD with Christian music on it.

Secondly, I would include some anointing oil.

Now why those two items?  It is because I tend to be easily stressed and I have a hard time quieting my mind before the Lord.  There was a lady named Dawn Johnston who attended our last church.   She would play the flute during the offering.  I told her it was like the Lord was pouring warm oil over my head.

It really ministered to me.  My mind would settle down, and for a few minutes, I would have peace from the constant “voices” in my head reciting my mental to-do list over and over.  It was such sweet, sweet peace.

Thank you, Dawn, for the precious gift you gave me when you played your flute.  You will never know this side of heaven how much it meant to me.  Thank you for sharing your gift with others.  May the Lord richly bless you for being His hands extended through your music.

Never underestimate the power of prayer

Yesterday when I woke up, I recalled a dream I had that night.  Hubby and I  were in the car with my daughter, who was driving.  As she turned her head to look at something, the car left the road.

I’ve learned over the years not to just disregard dreams because sometimes they are prophetic, or a call to prayer.  As I continued to get ready for work, I began to pray for my daughter’s safety and that the Lord would also protect her car.

Less than three hours later, a car hit the neighbor’s truck, which was parked on the street, along with hitting another car.  Eyewitnesses said the man nearly hit my daughter’s car, which was parked on the other side of the street.

So I encourage you to never discount the power of praying!  And also, don’t disregard your dreams.  Sometimes the Lord will use to speak to us.