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I told you a few months ago (before i got distracted with the excitement of the present) that we have a come to a very very important part of my life. It may not be truly more or less important in God's eyes. I'm not sure. But i do know that i can personally see more of the effects from this part of my life that any other. Sadly, i know that i do not remember nearly everything that happened. But happily, i remember a lot of it. Back in May, i told you about Kristi and April and Joy. Now let me tell you about James Allen Rogers. I mention his middle name here because i knew it as soon as i knew him. This is the eighth grade. I was new to town. James wasn't new to town. Everyone knew him, but he hadn't been there for a year or two. I didn't know why, but he had been living with his mom or something. And when he re-enrolled in our school, his name was somehow messed up on the roll, and every time a teacher called attendance, they asked for Allen Rogers. So

Today, i'm sick. I say it that way with hopes that i will be sick only today, and not tomorrow or the day after that. Just today. When i was a little girl (and also when i was a big girl), i remember very distinctly the care that my mother gave whenever i was sick. It's a very fond memory. I remember my mother waking me up because she had heard me coughing and brought medicine to calm my cough. I remember the wonderful tea she made me, with honey and orange juice in it. And i remember her serving it to me in an orange tupperware cup. =) I remember my parents always praying for me and trusting that our Heavenly Father would care for my health. I remember cold wash cloths on my feverish forehead. And mostly, i remember the peace of knowing that i was completely safe and cared for, no matter how bad i felt. Thanks Mom and Dad! Now that i'm much too far away from Mom and Dad to get the personal care i remember, i still benefit, knowing that the Father comforts me and is rig

Here it is! Our home. We've never been homeowners before, and we are extremely grateful to God for our little house. Isn't it cute? The scenery is awesome!

As businesses began more and more to open the weekend after Ike, James' search for work stepped up. A job that he had been all but promised right before the storm, was given to two less trained individuals, who apparently required half the pay. But Hurricane Ike delivered a blessing we didn't anticipate: FEMA, who is helping to clean up this mess, requires there to be paid monitors of the clean-up activity. James is a great worker, but i'm betting he's even better at watching other people work. He took the job, and has been working ever since. Only trouble is, this job is a "make hay while the sun is shining" sort of gig, and they're working 7 days a week, 14 hours or so per day. This really wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't that we weren't moved yet. We had planned to move our things to the house on September 25. My aunt and uncle had generously offered to get us a u-haul truck to make this easier, and we accepted. I had an in

Well, on September 11, we closed on our little house in the woods. And on September 13, Hurricane Ike made landfall and then progressed north doing lots of damage. We stayed in our apartment for the storm, since we didn't have time to get moved into the house in two days. There was a very large oak tree catty corner from the back of the house that we knew was likely to come down, but we weren't able to cut it down before the hurricane. I prayed and prayed for the Lord to protect our little house. Meanwhile, in Conroe, in preparation for the storm, my loving man searched diligently to find a place to park our car where it would be out of danger of falling trees or fences. He found a place, actually at an apartment building across the street from us, where not a tree was anywhere near the parking lot. So we felt safe about the car and holed up in our apartment with all of our supplies and waited for the storm. The worst of Ike made it to Conroe sometime while we were sleep