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Well, i said before that i was going camping. But our plans have changed a little, and we just got the final word back on an agreement to buy a small house near our childhood homes in San Jacinto Co. I'll post pictures later. It's just a little 30 x 30 slab with walls and a roof and walled off bathroom. It has running water, a working septic, and electricity! We couldn't be happier. Perhaps today we will purchase our mailbox! That's the news for today! Pictures later!

I have a new adventure, but please allow me to precursor with some foreknowledge that i haven't gotten to in the childhood lifestory stream. The summer after my sophomore year in highschool, we moved away from the Coldspring Texas highschool area.....to New Mexico. I can tell you more about that later, but the important thing is this: this move was probably...well definitely the most distressing for me of all of our moves. I left behind a lot of close friends and a wonderful comfort zone. Soon after our move and the beginnings of kind of adark depression for me, i remember something burning in my heart that i could not shake. I also remember being in tears and full of passion trying to explain to my dad that i "have to go back there some day. i just know it!" This is a message that has always seemed to me a message from God. The desire and the passion was so strong that it felt like God's speaking destiny through my own lips to myself. Now skip ahead to the n...

Up until now, i have written mostly about my childhood. But now, i and my husband are embarking on a new adventure, and this blog will be morphing a bit, to include the present and the past. Hope you enjoy the reading. Today is my last day at work. Where am i going? I'm going camping. What am i going to do? I'm going to watch my husband build a house. What will i camp in? A tent. Say again. A tent. We're really going camping. Stay tuned.

In light of the name of my blog, i am posting someone else's entry today because it is a good reminder of the point of life in God. Read it; you will be inspired. please copy and paste the link below into your browser. http://radiantworshipblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-my-name-is.html

The next place we moved is really important. I don't think any of us knew it at the time, but it was REALLY important. Sometime during the summer after 7th grade, in Linneus, we began making plans to move to a small town in Texas, called Oakhurst. I'm going to try to remember as many details about this as i can. I remember that i got a letter before we moved, from a girl in the church where we were going, who was my age. Her name is Kristi. Kristi had been praying for a Christian friend, and she wrote me a letter to say hello and welcome me to our new church. It felt really really good to have someone waiting for me, expecting me to be their friend. Kristi's dad is/was a builder, and he was still in the process of building the church parsonage when we moved, so we got to stay in a really neat house owned by Kristi's uncle. I thought it was a neat house because it had a finished basement with a big bathroom, and it opened up to the back yard. That worked because t...

After Brookfield, we moved to Linneus. Linneus was about 15-ish miles from Brookfield and a smaller town. We lived in a bright yellow two-story house, and it was 7th grade. I remember turning 12 that year. Linneus had a mini-mall, which i think was an old school, where 3 or 4 people had opened up shops for icecream and hamburgers or something. In Linneus, i learned that i didn't have the stamina to reply with love to boys who called me "Thunder Thighs" on the bus. I also learned how to fight with and beat boys who abused their younger siblings (that was eye-opening and weird.) I learned that even though 3 minutes didn't seem like long enough in between bells, that i could get to class with plenty of time to spare. This was after some months of 7 daily near heart attacks ever time the bell rang, but i learned. I got a weird nick name in Linneus. *I had a history teacher with a speech impediment, who called me Beff. *Some classmates thought that was great and started ...