WOW, 35 years with Santa Rosa

Today Henry, Amy and I went to celebrate my Dad's 35th year anniversary with Santa Rosa. He lives and breaths purple blood (Santa Rosa's color is purple). It was such a beautiful ceremony and I did tell them that I remember my first job was at Plaza Bank across the street from Santa Rosa and I had just graduated high school and didn't have a car so my dad would make me come in with him at 5:00 in the morning and I totally hated it. I had to wait 2 hours (tired and bored) to go to work at the bank. But it shows how devoted he was and I realize now that I should have been thankful to have a ride to work and see the sacrifices that he made for me.

Congratulations, Dad for your loyalty and love for Santa Rosa! What a great asset you have been to the hospital!

Passover started last night at sundown

I was privileged to attended my first Seder meal last night. I am so amazed at the experience. I finished two Beth Moore studies: A Women's Heart (which was on the tabernacle) and Stepping Up (which was on the Psalms of Ascent). With doing these two studies and now participating in the Seder meal it has really fine tuned things for me.

I loved Matzo Ball soup and came across this recipe for it this morning. I love the detailed pictures of how to make the Matzo Ball soup and can imagine myself (if I was born in that time) grounding up the Matzo myself. http://www.cookingforengineers.com/recipe/177/Matzo-Matzah-Ball-Soup

I know that this is not my last Seder meal and I truly look forward to this wonderful year. I can't wait to see what God does with my first fruits offering!

The best birthday gift ever

I have so much to be thankful for. My husband, children, friends, family, life, etc. But, I today am most thankful for another year of growing older. If you asked me in my twenty's where I saw myself in the future I would have never been able to dream the life that I am living today. I am truly happy within myself!

God is so good! So today I thank God for another wonderful birthday!!!

The missing receipt

Well, I had lost a Marshall's receipt on Saturday. I had went shopping for one outfit for Emily to attend her first daisy father daughter dance - it was a fiesta theme. Well four outfits later I finally left Marshall's. I remember getting into the car and looking at the bag and seeing the receipt inside the bag and then proceeded to Payless where I went to find her matching flip flops (which Emily decided not to wear to the dance). So after Payless I proceeded home. As I was getting out of the car it was as if I could hear God saying Loud and Clearly to be careful the receipt could fly away. Without even looking down at the bags I thought to myself I will just get a tighter grip from which I then came inside straight to Emily's room where she decided on the one she liked. I had every intention of taking back the other outfits until I started looking for the receipt in Emily's room. I looked, Emily looked, Amy looked and David looked and it was no where to be found. I told David what I felt God saying as I came out of the car so he looked in the car and around the yard where it was no where to be seen.

So yesterday Emily wanted to wear another of the outfits to church and I told her to ask her daddy and he said she could wear another new one. So with excitement Amy and Emily wore matching outfits. So last night Emily asked if she could wear another of the outfits to school (she turned in a free dress pass) and daddy replied sure. So there is 3 of the 4 outfits. Well low and behold this morning David went outside and what do you think he found? Yes, the receipt it was by the bbq pit. It is like a miracle that it was found there because of all the wind blowing around. So 2 days later we can only return 1 outfit because we have worn all the others but Emily asked if she could have the last one and daddy said yes.

I guess it was all meant to be or was it? The bigger lesson that I was reminded about from this is to stop, listen and respond (even when it seems so small) to the everyday things I hear God telling me.