Busted. Arrested for my sins.

Dear Sheriff-
My calendar is full-full of really good things-but full, nonetheless. Between Bible Study, Crossfit, t.v. appearances, guest posting, meeting with the tax accountants, my mother coming into town (YEAH!), painting windowsills, being trained as a real estate agent….my days are full and a tad overwhelming at times.

I flop into bed each night–sore from Crossfit, tired from the day and my brain swirling about tomorrow. The alarm sounds the next morning at 5:00am and life begins again.

And this morning, YOU–”Sheriff God”–busted me.

You reminded me of this: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”-Philippians 4:6

Had I even prayed about my day-the tiny details that seem silly to bring to You but seem insurmountable to me?

Nope. Busted.

Had I asked You for help while I made out my list, fretted over it and then complained about it to Biceps?

Nope. Busted.

Did I immediately flip open Your Word to read in James 1:3 & 5, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.”

Nope. Busted again.

Thank You, God for busting me.

However, You were gentle and kind to me and released me from the prison I had made. Commentaries by me.

“I waited patiently (sort of) for the Lord, he turned to me and heard my cry (flat out guttural scream). He lifted me out of the slimy pit (favorite part), out of the mud and mire, he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:1-3.

Well played Sheriff God. Well played.

Ram, Hard Drives and Nerd-dom

Dear Readers:
I have been away. Have you noticed? My computer, once again, was sick. Like totally sick.

Like, stick-me-with-a-fork-because-I’m-done sick.

And this was after I quadrupled the RAM. Turd computer.

I thought the RAM would fix the problem…but alas…it did not. It did this. Over and over and over.

Sometimes, it would randomly turn black, stop whirring and make a noise that sounded like “pew”.

Sufficed to say, my hard drive crashed. Hard. (pun totally intended).

So, Biceps bought me one of these and guess which totally ill-equipped, non-computery girl installed it all by herself?

Yep. This gal. I’m pretty happy with myself.

It’s good to be back, dear readers. I’ve missed you.

-Love, Rebekah

This Cadet is on Fire

I’ve been pretty quiet about what Bicep’s been up to as of late. Mainly because I don’t know what I can or cannot talk about.

Not that it’s top secret, there are just some rulz I have to follow.

But-the light can now be seen at the end of the tunnel. And if all goes well, Biceps will be graduating from the fire academy in less than a month.

Once again, I will have someone to carry heavy things for me, tell me I’m pretty and generally just be around the house a little more. Thank goodness. This single wife thing stinks.

*Photos from this point on by TFD
So, while I’ve been at home studying for my real estate exam, doing Crossfit at the gym, or running errands…this is what Bicep’s has been training for:

Big white man fire.

There has been a lot of classroom work for Biceps. ALOT. It hasn’t been all fun and water games.

Bicep’s nose has been buried in a book for almost five months now. However, this is the culmination of all the preparation, the studying and the testing.

I’ve come to the realization that most men like to burn things, watch them burn and then put them out. I believe it’s some kind of control issue. Or some weird cavemanish remembrance.

At any rate, fighting fires together brings about a sense of camaraderie, accomplishment and victory for these men. Along with a lot of stinky clothes that find their way into my washing machine.

“But to have a wonderful man with stinky clothes is better than to have no man at all.” Or at least, I think that’s the saying….

So, now that you are privy to a little of what Bicep’s been up to. And, now you know how to pray. And I thank you. Seriously. Pray.

Ready to be real (estate).

Dear readers:

I’ve been a little quieter than usual, wouldn’t you say? I like to maintain my posting status to at least four times a week. However, this week–for me–has been the culmination of several months of hard work.

But, I have this to prove it.

I am legal to participate in real estate dealings, due to the fact that I passed the Oklahoma Real Estate Exam.

And, I’m very happy about it.

Watch out, world. I’m coming to get ya.