Words

Words

When I got my new phone last week I downloaded the Words With Friends app. Ohmygosh, I am completely addicted to that game! Basically, it's Scrabble that you play from phone to phone with other people that have the game. I play so much my phone battery only lasts about 2/3 of the day. Right now I have 11 games going on at once! This is getting a little out of hand, and I think I might need an intervention! Maybe A&E will do a show on me.

The Word

I've been focusing for several years now on letting Christ be the ruler of my life, yet I have never read the entire Bible. Actually, I probably haven't even read half of it. I have been feeling convicted for a while now that I should read the whole Bible. Every last word. Even the boring genealogy chapters. All of it. But I have been totally putting it off. It just seems like a monumental task. The book is 2100+ pages. Who isn't intimidated by that? I know God wants me to do it, and it's like I've been saying "In a little while God." Like when Jack needs to clean his room. "I'll do it after I do this." Well, it's time for me to stop putting God off! So today I started to read. There are several different plans when you want to read the entire Bible, and I am very Type A, so I chose the chronological method. I'll be reading the books not in the order they are bound in the Bible, but in the order in time the events happened. So off I go, wish me luck! And thanks to my girl Val for being my accountability reading buddy. Looking forward to it my friend!

Loving Words

During Bible study last week I remembered something Jason said to me after the accident that shows what a sweet husband I have, so I'd like to share so I can brag a little. :)

We had gone down to the Hotel Galvez in Galveston that night for Jason's show, so I was dressed up. I wore a cute 3/4 sleeved mid-thigh length black dress and black boots that hit mid-calf. I was rockin' the Ryan belly, looking super cute that night. :) When the pickup hit the tree it broke in most, if not all, of the windows (I can't remember that much detail). So since I wore the dress instead of the black pants I was debating between, my thighs (especially the inner left thigh) were pretty torn up from the window glass. I have a 3ish inch scar on my forehead that curls under my left eyebrow, and a 10 inch scar on my stomach where they had to cut to deliver Ryan. One day a couple of months after the accident (when swimsuit season was approaching and I looked not-so-cute in mine) I had gotten pretty down on myself. You see, although the accident had devastated me, I never got mad at God (or anyone/anything else for that matter) about what happened. But I sure was mad at myself for not wearing those black pants that would've protected my legs! Anyway, I was upset looking in the mirror and had started to tear up a little bit about what I saw looking back at me. Jason took my hands and looked me in the eyes and said: "You're right. The scars aren't pretty. But you know what, the new skin of these scars is stronger than all the old skin around them. What has happened has made you stronger, and because of that I think all of these scars are beautiful. And you are more beautiful now than you've ever been."

Now that's a wonderful husband.