do you want to be an american idol?

are you sure?

i have been facinated by the try outs for american idol. people just make complete asses out of themselves and then get abused by simon on national television. i am just as big of an ass for watching it. i may be clear that i can't sing and would not subject myself to that abuse but what a vulture to sit and watch it.

aren't we just as guilty as those pitifuls of wanting to be an idol. i want my kids, friends and family to admire me. i want to be famous for something, somewhere. i am not sure what to make of it all but i realized as i was mocking those fools i had a big plank in my own eye!

celebrating

mcdonalds. i know i am reaching this week but those nuggets, fries and the sheer excitment the word stirs in my children are a little gift on those days when i wonder how i will make it through. i celebrate that my job affords me a happy meal and a few hours of diversion.

a true friend

i would be flying solo all next week while michael goes to a pastor's conference if it were not for the true friendship of Susie from Oregon. only a saint would use their vacation time to come help me take on 4 kids for the better part of a week! not only come to minister to me but to actually help! what a gift. that is what i should be celebrating--not freakin mcdonalds!

discernment

truly being available to hear from god. that is my prayer for our family. i so don't want to rely on my own understanding and in all my ways acknowledge him but i am deaf on several subjects right now.