To Da Eastside

We finally moved.

Hence the lack of blogging by yours truly. Any spare time we have is spent in the garage sorting through 7 years of crapola (can a pastors wife say crapola?).

I hate junk. But I'm too cheap just to throw it away, therefore I must sort through it all to see if there is any monetary value. I have to know if I could use it in anyway or if it could possibly be sold for any amount of cash....or given to Good Will and counted as a tax write off.

If you have alot of junk in your life I suggest you get rid of it.

It is very freeing to throw stuff out. It is also amazing to see people buy your junk at a yard sale...... like you have a secret they don't know. That it is really junk. Ha ha. I LOVE IT!

I made 230 dollars selling stuff that meant nothing! I mean like shoes from high school, clothes from 6 years ago, stuff I got for free in the mail, etc.

Let go of it. It's just stuff.

We have been mucho busy. Trying to get the house settled the way we'd like it to be. Emery is growing so fast. I love getting to stay at home with her.

Some days are overwhelming. Especially recently with so much to do around the house. But most days I really enjoy being at home.

I've been working on a post about C- sections like I promised. I'll finish it soon just as soon as I get the garage organized. ha ha.......

Oh Glorious Day

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.

Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.

No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

In Christ Alone, Stuart Townend and Keith Getty

Never Again

I'm sitting here listening to the bowling tournament going on upstairs. Whatever is going on has been going on ALL DAY.

It woke Emery up from her nap. Vance won't quit barking.

We will, I will never, ever again live in a bottom floor apartment.

We are moving next week. No matter what.