Aaaaccccckkkkk! Who Is That Woman???

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God's Justice

This morning I was driving along listening to a sermon on the radio from a local Baptist Church here in town, a BIG Baptist Church here in town. The preacher was talking about the parable of the workers in the vineyard, Matthew 20:1-16. In presenting the story about paying all the workers the same wage, the ones that worked all day, and the ones who came in the eleventh hour, the preacher had this to say, 'The Lord is not just. He showed grace to all the workers, but he is not just.' He repeated a couple of times that God is NOT just.

Huh?? The Lord is not just? I must say, I just cringed as I listened to the man say this, because I believe the Lord is completely just. Completely. In fact, I rest in that justice, that he will always do what is right.

God sent his son, the Lord Jesus to this earth to die for the sins of his people because he IS just and and his justice demands that sin be paid for. And once the sins are paid for, God's justice demands that he accept the people that Christ died for because they no longer have any sin. They are as perfect as Christ, because God sees us 'in Christ.' He is our substitute. And because of God's justice, he can never change his mind or loose even one of those Christ died for because there is no reason to punish us. What a wonderful blessing and a comfort to know.

Because of God's justice, those Christ died for can rest easy. If God wasn't just, we would have much to worry about. I believe and rest in God's justice.

Here I am, and no, I didn't join a motorcycle gang or anything. A week or so ago when Whitney was moving, she gave Mason this little exercise wheel dealie.






.....And today I thought I would give it a try. Haha. Big Mistake. BIG mistake. I got down on my knees and gave it a push. Whoops! It took off so fast... my forehead hit the hardwood floor HARD. I was stunned for a few seconds, then felt something warm running down my face. Blood. Oh my gosh. I stumbled into the other room and looked in the mirror. I had a 2.5 inch gash on my forehead, it wouldn't stop bleeding, and my neck was really hurting too. What to do, what to do. I was at home alone. Bo was in Gruver, Mason at work. ......OK. I knew I needed stitches because it was a nasty looking gash. I got a wet rag and held it on the cut and drove myself to the Urgent Care center. Mason called in the mean time, and met me there, and Bo left the feedyard and started heading this way.

Yes, you definately need stitches, the Dr said.

Ugh, what about the scar, I asked.

Well, we could try using glue instead of stitches. Hopefully that won't leave as bad of a scar, but you will have a scar.

Great.

So he glued me up, bandaged me up, told me to watch for signs of a concussion, said I would have a sore neck for several days, and sent me home.

Didn't I just run my face into the garage door back in January??? Boy, oh boy. Seems I'm on a mission to destroy my face or something. Hopefully this is the end of that mission.

I got two monitors on my computer at work. Yea! I'm so excited.





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A Sad Tale

Today I picked Corbin up from school and I noticed he had a new haircut. It was really short and looked so cute.

"Hey, I like your haircut," I said.

"I might as well tell you right now Grana..... I got in trouble today and had to go to the office," Corbin said, with a big tear in his eye.

"Uh, oh. What happened?"

"We were in the library taking an AR test and my friends and I started whispering to each other, asking and telling the answers. The librarian heard us and sent us all to the office, and we each got a swat by the principal, and it hurt. Then they called Daddy and told him, and he said I would get in more trouble when I get home. I'm just so scared because Daddy told me not too long ago that the next time I get a spanking, he will use a belt. I've never had a spanking with a belt before, only by his hand."

Talk about a heartbreaking tale! I wanted to scoop him up, hug him, and tell him it's OK, I'll tell Daddy not to spank you. Of course, I would never do that and even think he needs to be punished in order to teach him never to do such again, but you know, he's my baby. LOL. We talked the rest of the way home all about how cheating is wrong, and whatever punishment Daddy and Mommy choose is warranted, and I hope he learns a good lesson, etc., etc.

When Jenny came to pick him up, he really started to cry and told her the whole story again. She had already talked to Cody, and told Corbin that Daddy would give him a punishment when he gets home.

Sniff, sniff.

I don't know what happened after that, but hopefully it wasn't too bad. And hopefully Corbin will not cheat on a test again anytime soon. Bless his sweet heart.

"The Price of Discipline is Always Less Than the Pain of Regret." ~~Nido Qubein

I found this quote today and I really like it. I don't know who Nido Qubein is, but I think that's a great quote!

We Have New Trees!

When we were in Tyler last weekend, we bought two trees at the Texas Tree Blowout in Canton. Woo Hoo!

Bo planted them this week. One is a Chinese Pistachio and the other is a Purple Leaf Plum. Don't they look nice?? (You may have to use your imagination, since one doesn't even have any leaves on it yet.)