Monthly Archives: January 2014

This is Cindy. My wonderful hubby has encouraged me to begin blogging to share my thoughts and feelings so here goes...

There are a few things that I can say will always be true of my blogging - it will be very inconsistent, the topics will be random and for you grammar experts... well don't get your hopes up.

As you may know from reading my bio (written by said wonderful hubby), I am a Christian, an administrative assistant (the politically correct terminology for secretary but that's a whole other subject!), a cancer survivor, the step-mother of two adult children, I enjoy sewing and gardening.  He truly makes me sound like a super-woman which makes me strive all the more to be so.

Todd and I married in 1997 and I became an instant mother.  Marriage and motherhood have been the most difficult and rewarding experience of my life.  I have learned so much about myself that the Heavenly Father knew that I needed to prepare me for His plan.

NestOne example of His training is the gentle and loving way that He changed my heart about my desire to hold on to my "nest stuff." Many years ago hubby and I were discussing what we would miss most if we went on the mission field (long before any revelation of Uganda!). My response was that I would miss my home and stuff.  All of the things that I have wanted to own for a while and finally acquired.  The favorite kitchen ware, that comfy sofa, the pretty dishes that we got for our wedding, and on and on. Now?  Well, now those things are simply things.  I couldn't tell you when my heart changed, it just did.  Don't get me wrong. I still like my pretty dishes and comfy sofa.  I just don't love them.  I could walk away from them without regret.  Hmm.  Does it sound like I am being called to missions or what? Psalm 37:4 tells us to "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." (ESV)  It's true.  Sometimes He does gives us things.  Sometimes He changes our hearts to other desires.  God is good all the time.

Until next time, Cindy