I did say I would blog often on how my heart was doing...It is cowering in the corner of my chest cavity crying, sobbing and then resting in the knowledge that it is held lovingly in God's hands.
Despite days of prayer, chit chat, negative emails exposing what I thought would be the downfall of B. O. I am stunned at the blindness of my fellow Americans. How could they elect someone whom they have not known, someone who is so blatently prone to poor associations, and dangerous in my opinion-for the country...
The day after the elections I drug my body into the Mom's in touch meeting for the local Elementary School (that Taylor attends)...it is a VERY structured prayer meeting...the scriptures are pre planned even the character trait is chosen ahead of time to be prayed over for your child. Not my style as I like to be a freebird, but it is actually very orderly and awesome. I do have to admit that it is difficult to not find other things to do on those mornings, my flesh often doesn't want to go. That morning, I was sooo down about the outcome of the elections, as were the others moms, we had to spend some time talking about it. There is only one thing to do now, that is to pray for B.O.- We fought long and hard, but now it's time for me to shift into praying for him. I left that meeting feeling so much peace. Not to say I think things will be all rosie, but had returned to calmville inside.
I want to share a "word" I think I have re; one angle in which to pray...it is for O to experience the Father's love. I haven't read an autobiography on this man, but am pretty sure he comes from a pretty rough family tree (something about his mom having multiple husbands)...and truly what "dreams of his fathers" does he really have. I know I haven't had my dad for a while now and it is often a cause for waywardness and brokeness in my own soul. Here's where it gets good, the morning after the elections-you know at the MIT mtg. I mentioned, the first verse pre-planned for our reading was....
1 Chronicles 28:9
"And Solomon, my son, learn to know the God of your ancestors intimately. Worship and serve him with your whole heart and a willing mind. For the Lord sees every heart and knows every plan and thought. If you seek him, you will find him. But if you forsake him, he will reject you forever."
Okay two photos more relate to my McCain Mania, I was sooo excited to hear that J. McCain was finishing his campaigning in Prescott...I had to go to the rally and wanted to experience history...Taylor said he wanted to go. He regretted it only one hour into the four hour standing experience. We waited in line for one hour to go through security. Then we stood like cattle from 9:30 to 12:30 a.m. to get a glimpse (fairly close) yet oh so far away of the possible next president... We swayed as Hank Williams Jr. played A Country Boy Can Survive-and a great new song about Sarah and John and their "tradition"...I think they were pegging Prescott as a pretty red-neck town if you considered the pre-rally country picks they played. I was standing partly in a slight hole-so my back was killing me by the end of the night/morning.
Enjoy the pics and thanks to many of you for the encouraging comments on the pumpkins!
PARTIES, PUMPKINS AND POLITICS...
In the above picture, Rieley is helping scoop out a pumpkin to carve for Halloween, it is a tradition with us to make a word rather than a face on ours. I guess it just feels like the perfect time to make a statement creatively...however, I think I took all the fun out of it this year as my kids didn't get to carve at all until the day after Halloween because of my McCain pumpkins.
On Halloween Rieley's school had the cutest little harvest party. Everyone had to come as a farm animal or cowboy/cowgirl. Rieley went as a Cowboy (no mistake here). She had the most fun tossing the bean bags, but I really enjoyed watching her learn the 'cotton eye Joe' dance taught to us by an original singing cowboy...
