My Sweet Son!

My DS 5 did the sweetest thing today. I found him in the bathroom with the door closed. It didn't sound like normal batroom routine going on in there, so expecting the worst, I went in and said "What are you doing in here?" He was up on top of the counter with Windex and a washcloth cleaning the mirror! He said "I'm helping you with your housework!" How SWEET is that?!! I almost had tears in my eyes! With a huge hug, I thanked him greatly. It's times like these that make me love being a mom even more!

Also, last night, we had a Q & A at church. So, Sunday afternoon Aaron asked him "Son, do you have a question you want to ask our pastor tonight?" Right away he said yes, he did have a question- he wanted to know where heaven was! So all evening he sat in church, standing up and raising his hand every time there was a chance to ask his question, but the pastor never called on him :( When time was up and there were no more questions being taken, he was CRUSHED!! So upset, that Aaron had to take him out of the auditorium! So, Aaron has promised him that this week we will do some studying and find out the answer to his question. BTW, I would GLADLY take any advice, help, or sources to help answer this question!

We are so blessed to have such a sweet boy! It is ONLY by the grace of God. I am constantly amazed at him and his sensitivity to the things of God. I pray that one day the Lord would be pleased to bring my children to a saving knowledge of Him.

Marvelous Grace

I am reading a great book right now by John Macarthur- Twelve Extraordinary Women. I would highly recommend it to a woman in any season of life. The women he talks about are Eve, Sarah, Rahab, Ruth, Hannah, Mary, Anna, The Samaritan Woman, Martha and Mary, Mary Magdalene, and Lydia. I have just finished the chapter on Rahab, and what a great reminder it was to me of the abundance of God's grace. Not just in her life, but in my own life-daily.

Macarthur sums up the chapter with a quote by Charles Spurgeon. A little background first. Many scholars tried to lighten the stigma of Rahab's harlotry by explaining that maybe she was just a hostess or an innkeeper as not to ruin or taint the lineage of Christ. So, in response to that, Spurgeon says "This woman was no mere hostess, but a real harlot...I am persuaded that nothing but a spirit of distaste for free grace would ever have led any commentator to deny her sin." Macarthur goes on to say:

"Remove the stigma of sin, and you remove the need for grace. Rahab is extraordinary precisely because she received extraordinary grace." "The disturbing fact about what she once was simply magnifies the glory of divine grace, which is what mad her the extraordinary woman she became. That, after all, is the whole lesson of her life."

How often do I try to excuse my own sin! I have been abundantly showered with grace and yet I lessen what Christ did when I make light of the ugliness of my sin. To look at who I was and who I am now is in itself amazing. But Christ doesn't stop there. He is continually pouring on more grace that I am desperately in need of. Praise be to God for His marvelous grace!

I'm Still Alive!!

Ok- back from the blogging grave! I know it's been FOREVER since I've posted, so I'm probably going to have to e-mail all my friends and let them know that I'm still in the blogging world. Leave me a comment if your still checking my blog!! I am going to try to do better with this- really I am! I think I might start blogging about more things that just frugality. My kids are always giving me great stories to tell.

For example: Just as I started blogging, I hear someone shouting from the bedroom. Oh, I should mention that it's early in the morning and everyone's still asleep, or, WAS still asleep. So, I go to see who is screaming "MOMMY, MOMMY!!" and it's Abby, who shares a room with the baby who WAS sleeping. I really wish I could get inside of her head sometimes to understand what's going on in that three year old mind! So, she's hollering, and I motion her to come out without the baby seeing me, and I say "Why are you hollering at me?" to which she responds: "My favorite color is pink too!" Great! This is why I don't get much blogging done! :)