So much to say... where do I start?!?

Another busy week and weekend have finally been completed.. It was time for the fair here in town. This is always a busy week for us, as Dave usually works lots at a food booth, yet this week seemed to fly by quickly.

I have a fair post all in itself. I had many realizations while spending obsene amounts of money with strangers with very little teeth and smaller amounts of clothing than I have saw in years.

Also, this past week, I keep looking at Eli and noticing how tall he is getting. Still skinny, yet so tall. He is eye level with his sweet daddy. Keep in mind, this kid is only 13, he will end up being 7'5 or something. Right now, he is pushin' 6 feet. How does that happen? Is it the expired milk I keep in the fridge?

Tomorrow is another day of work.

I was off this past Friday. We seemed to have a basement full of water. Water, in fact, from the flooding THE PREVIOUS WEEK. The water went unnoticed by me, and most of the family. I think that a combination of work, school, kids and stress, and that wild summer virus that ran thru the house caused me to not consider the fact that we do have a basement and water is quite possibly residing in it. So, imagine my suprise when on Thursday morning, right before work, I noticed a stinky, mildew-y odor floatin' around the kitchen. And when I opened the basement door, I saw where it was coming from. Lots of stinky, yucky water was hanging out. Dave put the fan down there, hoping to dry it up, but all it got us was a basement with a creek running in it. The majority of my stuff is in plastic containers, but there is some stuff, like my christmas stuff, that is in cardboard boxes. Because we keep having rain, we keep having more water. I am hoping to get it cleaned out this week. If not, we can start our own penicillin factory down below.

Blessings.

I have many blessings in my life. Sometimes, I choose not to recognise them. This week, I am blessed with a home that was not flooded. We had a little water in the basement. That was it.

I am blessed with a husband who likes to serve his community. When the rain started on Wednesday night, we had just finished VBS and were still at church. We came home, and as we sat and listened to the rain, and watched the lightning show, Dave listened to the scanner. Around 11 p.m., as things got rough, and he listened to his friends on the scanner, he felt the need to go help. I am so proud of him for stepping up and having a heart of service.

Dave always follows thru with what he starts. What a blessing this is - he sets a great example for our children.

I am blessed to have a job where I can help others. Since the rains, our congregation set up a disaster relief center. I have worked there for several days. I have been able to see the Red Cross in action - which is a blessing on its own - as well as those in our area who serve, such as police officers and firefighters. I have listened to stories this week of those who lost all, those who lost some, and those who had no where to turn.

Yesterday, when I had only two other persons show up to help for the day, I was blessed in having my mother-in-law as well as my sister-in-law step up and help distribute items. They sacrificed their entire Saturday to help. They are blessings to me.

My sister came up for two days and helped with my little kids. She asked for nothing in return. Because she was here, I was able to work and not worry about my sick Emma.

I know that good things come from the bad things. I have found lots of good this week.