last night
i go to share my testimony/story of my life before our small group last night. i was very nervous about this. i hate being the center of attention and this was really going to push me outside my comfort zone. but i really thought about it and came to the conclusion that my life is worth sharing- even the bad parts im not proud of. no ones life is all rainbows and puppy dogs and mine has been no different. there have been some hard HARD times and i felt it was really worth it to not just talk about the transformation God has done in me, but what he continues to do in my heart every day. all the same talking about myself for 40 minutes was a bit nerve-wracking to say the least. part of that story of course had to do with my husband david. im so in love with him. his heart is so pure and wonderfully in tuned with mine. we both definatelly cried when i talked about the hard times and how he was the rock that i clung to when i felt like i had nothing else. a lesser man would have and could have walked away, but he never did. My Jesus never let me down. David is such a testimony to me of how much i am loved by God. if such love can exist between two people, how much more does my heavenly Father love me!
i call this one "nonbearded david (this is him now)
last night on the way to group i made a funny sarcastic comment to david and immediatelly following the baby gave me a MONSTER of a kick (to some vital organ no doubt). david extended his hand towards my belly and yells "high five!" to the baby. they're already teaming up against me. no fair! i just *know* this baby will be a boy based on how it acts already. oh im so in love though. david said "thats what you get for sassing". purely all in jest though.. it was hillarious
in other news: i had to take my sweet cat stewie in for a booster shot today. poor thing hissed and growled at the vet (before almost swiping his hand off i might add). who knew two passifist could produce such a cat! i felt sad because two weeks ago he got neutered and he was so tired of going to the vet. so i bought him a furry little toy -- which his brother morty quickly adopted as his own. oh i love having cats.