Well, this morning went pretty well. Princess did the announcements for me, so I wasn’t completely a one-woman show. I need more practice running the service. Maybe I should tell Hubby that. Oh, wait, I think I just did! The worst part was worship. I just don’t know what to do up there. I feel awkward. I know it would make most sense to just worship, but then I get some words wrong and get embarrassed. I need to work on that, too, I guess. Someone told me I have a beautiful voice. Many people have said that, actually, but I never believe them. I suppose that they can tell better than I can, but my voice isn’t consistent. I could use some voice lessons, then I would probably feel comfortable singing. I always tell people I don’t sing, but it’s just because of all that. Overall, a very good service. And I was pleased with the sermon. I anointed two people with oil. It may seem strange, but that may have been my first time. I even felt comfortable praying in front of everyone today. God definitely gave me extra courage and strength today. I think it may have helped to know that Chris wasn’t there to help, so I had no choice but to do it. And if I was going to do it, I was going to do it my very best. God was definitely using me, I couldn’t have done it without Him. Thanks, God! And thanks to all who wrote encouraging words and sent a hilarious song to me last night. You all cheered my lonesome heart, greatly.

Well, tonight I still have a Bible study to do, but then the rest of the week will be just doing my best to keep a happy household while Hubby is gone. We’ve been playing Scrabulous on Facebook more often since he’s been gone. It’s been fun. I look forward to the rest of the week. Now, I’m off to feed some friends’ cats. They are visiting family and we (me and the kids) have charge of their cats.

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I read a great devotional that I would like to share.

It was written by a new blog friend, Ilona. She posted an entry from her devotional diary that was a really great summation of Luke 18.

Humility will also come through prayer. How can I possibly enter the presence of the almighty God and walk away thinking I’m somebody? I can walk away overjoyed that His Spirit works in and through me, that He loves me and molds me, and that through Him I can do all things. But to act like I have the right to treat people as if they are lesser than I is…pharisaical!

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 While I was away in Chicago, something very interesting happened. I was with my mom, SIL (Mackenzie), and a friend (TR). I stayed at my mom’s house on Wednesday night so that I didn’t have to get up so early on Thursday. Thursday morning, when we went to meet Mac and TR, my mom’s car wouldn’t start. She decided to plug in a charger. None of the four of us knew that you should not leave it plugged in that long or we wouldn’t have plugged it in before leaving for 3 days. But, Mac picked us up and away we went. We had a lot of adventures, to say the least. But on Saturday morning, while we were at Crate and Barrel, our last shopping stop before heading back, Mac got a call from one of her bosses that my mom also works with. They are all friends, too. He told Mac that my moms car had exploded. Yes, that is what he said and he was very serious. Mac told TR and I and we decided that we shouldn’t tell my mom until she was sitting down. So, when we all got back to the car, we told her. She had a special attachment to the Bethmobile even thought it was old and various things were not working right. There was definitely a grieving process going on as we drive home. And there were still so many things we didn’t know about what happened.

When we were about an hour and a half from home, we found out a little more. The car hadn’t really exploded; more like caught fire. Of course, that’s pretty bad, too! She was told that there was no interior or front, but that the back end was still intact. We also found out that even though we had left it for the weekend, it had only taken 40 minutes to catch fire! We left the house at about 6:15 a.m. and this happened Thursday morning at 7 a.m. We don’t yet know what happened, but we figure that the charger, being old, was the problem. It made us all feel better knowing that at least our ignorance wasn’t the cause.

I lent my  camera to my mom to take pictures. We got in too late to really see much. But I plan on posting the pics when I get them. This is one of those things that you really don’t expect to happen to you or your family.

It makes a person grateful for God’s hand, too. We could have been trying to start the car when this happened and then we would probably be toast! The what-ifs are really scary, but God’s protection is really great. Plus, my mom’s friends and bosses are working to get her a car, which shows her how much she is loved. Who doesn’t need to see that every so often?