February 18, 2013 - Did My Clothes Shrink

Good Monday to you all, I am preparing to begin my day here at home but wanted to give you a quick update. I am completing my manuscript this week and hopefully it will be sent to the publisher for his first look on Wednesday. The Devotional Cookbook features twelve months of daily blogs and recipes. Turned out to be 393 pages at a full font type. (they will shrink it and run it front/back, etc.) I have never sent anything to a publisher before, so we will see. :) I appreciate those who said you'd be part of my prayer net while I am gone. Could you please start praying now? Our garage sale got postponed to this Saturday and there's a possibility of storms. UGH. Anyway, God knows. But for those who said you'd cover me daily, please pray for me, the team, my family at home, my health, the three part component of the human trafficking picture: the harvester, the client, and the children. God has really changed my heart to see that all three are really victims and all need Jesus. I was told by a close friend, "everywhere you go release Jesus." So I saw myself walking, praying, and touching children saying, "I release Jesus." Nothing fancy, just declaring truth. I will be releasing light. Please start praying now and I return March 10th. Usually the week following a mission's trip for me can be rough as well. So, if you could cover me until the 17th of March, much appreciated. I know that's a long time, but if you think of me, please pray. I will try to blog SOME from Pattaya, Thailand, but it may come at random times as our schedule will be flexible to be "on call for the Lord." Also, we are canceling our Healthy 4 You Life Group in March as I will be in Thailand, but we WILL resume on the first Sunday evening in April. The spring birds are singing so beautifully and frogs croaking. I wondered if they needed a sweater this past Saturday as the cold wind howled through our city? I must admit I don't know if I have ever heard the bullfrogs croaking in the winter or during the day as much as I have recently. It's so weird even my husband asked, "have you ever heard a bullfrog croaking on a cold, winter day?" Well, the only resemblance of that I have is my own voice when I have a sinus situation rolling, but not with the papa frogs. The spring birds started singing in early January and I knew the winter was to be short. But the bullfrogs? What's up? The season of change is coming; are we ready? Getting ready for spring, when I was younger, meant we would put away our winter clothes. The only problem with packing them was usually my spring wardrobe had shrunk in size from inactivity - I think. OR...maybe mom had washed them all in hot water before we packed them? I have used that excuse on MORE THAN ONE occasion. You? I had to allow myself a calculated window, usually as the spring birds started singing, to have my jaw wired shut so I could quickly shed the Christmas 10. (you know what this, right?) But, I'm telling you, the older I get the earlier those birds sing. So as you can imagine, that train of thought soon imploded. Several years ago I began to loathe hearing the spring birds as I knew I had to "face my closet." Isn't that silly? In light of my greater understanding of the world in general, I should have realized if I had enough clothes that I needed to pack some, I had TOO many. There are people in the world who wear the same clothes daily and I have 2 closets full? Still looking at this, can you tell? Anyway, this spring is my second one of not dreading the confrontation with my closet. Either I learned to wash clothes correctly, (wink) or I learned to keep that mouth shut a little more during the holidays. I would imagine you know which one occurred. This morning as I listen to the birds sing, I can celebrate their efforts. They want me to know some good news and I want you to know some good news. Making health your choice ALL year means NO MORE closet confrontations. (no mirror confrontations either) That's GREAT news for me as I have enough confrontation in spiritual places of wickedness. I don't need to kick my closet in sheer frustration ever again. Right? Bless you! PK