Meant to Hear, Apparently. . .

I wasn't going to blog lyrics today, but for some reason this song kept popping up yesterday. When I got into my car to drive to work, this song was on. When I left work to drive to my grandma's house, this song was on. And when I got home and crawled into bed, this song was on. . . And I'm not saying it came on during the drive -- I'm saying IT WAS ON THE RADIO WHEN I TURNED THE CAR ON!! Hopefully I can figure out what message I'm to learn :O.

Mighty to Save--Reuben Morgan
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations

Saviour
He can move the mountains
For my God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever
Author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

So take me as You find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender

Saviour
He can move the mountains
For my God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever
Author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

Shine Your light and
Let the whole world see
We're singing
For the glory of the risen King
Jesus

Saviour
He can move the mountains
For my God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever
Author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

Proverbs 11:12-13

12 A man who lacks judgment derides his neighbor,

but a man of understanding holds his tongue.
13 A gossip betrays a confidence,

but a trustworthy man keeps a secret.

LORD, forgive me for the gossipping I choose to partake in. And help me to make better choices so that I may gossip no longer. . .

Not A Fan. . .

. . . of Mondays. Nope. Not a bit. Especially rainy ones that make you want to stay in bed all day.

I am, however, a fan of Dove dark chocolate. And after going 45 days without chocolate of any kind, I'm REALLY a fan!

Here are the quotes found on the inside of my Dove Dark Chocolate with Almonds:

1.) Embrace life.

2.) Love is not getting but giving.

3.) Find a moment of tranquility within your day and savor it.

4.) Enjoy the pure indulgence of DOVE. [umm, duh!!]

Love is Not a Fight -- Warren Barfield

Love is not a place

To come and go as we pleaseI

t’s a house we enter in

And then commit to never leave

Lock the door behind you

Throw away the key

We’ll work it out together

Let it bring us to our knees

Love is a shelter in the raging storm

Love is peace in the middle of a war

If we try to leave, may God send His angels to guard the door

No, love is not a fight but it’s something worth fighting for

To some, love is a word

That they can fall into

But when they’re falling out

Keeping that word is hard to do

Love will come to save us

If we’ll only call

He will ask nothing of us

But demand we give our all

I will fight for you

Would you fight for me?

It’s worth fighting for

Disappointed

The Webster's Nonth New Collegiate Dictionary gives the following definitions:


DISAPPOINT: to fail to meet the expectation or hope of; frustrate

DISAPPOINTED: defeated in expectation or hope; thwarted


The Webster's New World Thesaurus gives the following synonyms:


DISAPPOINT: fail, delude, deceive, dissatisfy, disgruntle, disillusion, tantalize, embitter, ruin one's prospects, dash one's hopes, mislead, stand up, etc.


Why, when I'm filled with such hope, do I have to experience DISAPPOINTMENT?!?


Because the good doctor didn't call. . .



[As a quick sidenote, and hopefully leading to a better post tomorrow, I'm trying not to be too angry or embittered, but to give him a chance to explain. Maybe he did have a good reason not to call. . . ]

Eerie. . .

So my reasoning for writing the blog yesterday about The Horse was because I again went out to the farm to feed him while my friend was out of town. When I talked to my friend yesterday, she [teasingly] wanted to know why I had killed the corral-mate. . . That's right. The Horse's bully was found dead not 24 hours after I had been to feed The Horse. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo . . .

Feeding The Horse[s]

My mom, sister, and I were all talking about the things I do for others without getting paid, so here's an excerpt from my new book The Things I Do For Free:

Feeding the Horse[s]

I have a friend who asked me to feed her horse one weekend while she and her family were out of town. With nothing better to do that weekend, I agreed. I knew where the barn was, but I didn't really know anything else...

Once I got to the farm, I parked my car and headed out to the corral where The Horse and his corral-mate were, thinking the food would be nearby. They both saw me coming and ran over, thinking I'd have food. I didn't have the food, and it wasn't nearby, so they were disappointed and I was lost. I had to walk back over towards my car to get the food, then headed back to the corral. The corral-mate knew I had food this time and stayed by the fence [I had to tie him to the fence so he wouldn't kick The Horse when he was eating]. The Horse, however, had been so severly dejected that he headed back out without his food. Nothing I could do from the safe side of the fence would bring him back, so I had to venture inside the corral to lure him back. Since the corral-mate was tied up right inside the gate, I had to carefully walk around his backside to not get kicked, then walk out to The Horse. He ungraciously ignored me--great. I had to walk back to his feed bucket, grab some feed, walk back out to him, offer my feed-hand, let him eat the feed out of my hand, then walk him back to the feed bucket for the rest of the meal. Then it was carefully back around the backside of the corral-mate to get back out of the gate. Whew!! Since the corral-mate was still tied up and would kick The Horse to get his food once he was done eating his own food, I had to wait about 20 minutes or so for The Horse to finish eating so I could untie the corral-mate. Luckily I had grabbed a book to read. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my anti-chicken repelling goo to keep the chickens away.

The next day, I had to do this again! Luckily, I knew where the food was and was able to take it with me the first time so I didn't have to get into the corral again and have The Horse eat out of my hand again. Unluckily, someone else had been there since my first visit and had removed the halter from the corral-mate. How was I supposed to tie him up?!? Fortunately, the nameless visitor had left the halter on a nearby fence post and I was able to use my summer-camp-with-horses-training to get the halter around his head and neck in only about three tries. Unfortunately, I had once again failed to bring my anti-chicken repelling goo to keep the chickens away.