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Samantha said the sweetest prayer this morning for breakfast. I don't usually ask them to pray for breakfast, but I thought I'd try it and see what they came up with. Right away, Samantha started praying. She said,

"Dear Jesus, Thank you for this food. And thank you for this LOVELY day. Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Brooklyn, Samantha, and Rebecca, Grandma and Grandpa, Nana and Papa, Auntie Tammy, Uncle Mike and Auntie Erin, Dade and Matia, Uncle Steve, Auntie Richelle, Austin and Ethan. In Jesus name, what do we say, Amen."

She put Daddy's supper prayer and night time prayer together. So cute!

In other news, Samantha and I had all day Saturday to work on potty training. It was hard. I was tired and ready to give up. She didn't go in the potty until 5 in the evening. And then she didn't go in the potty once on Sunday, but had a lot of accidents. And then yesterday, she didn't have any accidents, and went in the potty once. I've very proud of her. Hopefully every day is better.

Also, I got my test results back and my stomach is normal. Which is great! But we still don't really know what the problem is. He thinks it's probably inflamed and I think that fits the best. So, I will stay on this drug until after Christmas and then go back and see how things are going.

Praise the Lord

The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
Psalm 28:7

Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
Psalm 106:1

I just learned that the test I was worried about for tomorrow is not happening. Their machine is broken and they don't even have the part for it. So all I have to do tomorrow is an ultrasound. Praise the Lord!

Be content

After being sick all week I've started to get into cleaning mode for our guests. I have an old youth leader of mine who I haven't seen in probably 10 years and who has been in Africa working with SP for a year coming to see us next week. And then a few days later my parents will be arriving. I'm starting to get excited and nervous and wanting my house to be perfect. I really want to go rack up a credit card bill and get a new bed, although I am at peace with not having a new one for my guests, doors for my bookshelves, sod for the front lawn (it's not as nice as I thought it would be). I know this is not the answer. And I know that everyone will accept me and my house as it is, but there's something in me that wants it to be perfect. Since we are trying hard not to put anything on our credit cards, it's really hard for me to not buy this and that that would make me feel better about my house.

Then I just have to shake my head and be happy that I have a house. It doesn't have to be perfect. And I could spend $10000 and still be wishing I had a bigger kitchen or that the basement was redone. It's not going to happen.

Here's what's important. God is working in my life. He cares about me. This past week with being sick and mentally attacked I felt like I was in a valley. Not a memorable one, but a valley none-the-less. Then Saturday morning I wake up and am starting to feel better and God gives me a huge blessing through someone that is constantly letting God use her to bless others. I know it was God because I hadn't even talk to this person about a want that I had and wasn't able to fill on my own. I cried for 10 minutes. Just knowing that God loves me that much that he cares about the things that I care about.

Another huge answered prayer is that the girls haven't had a hive in months. This is something that has constantly been in my prayers. I've had fears over their spots, but they haven't had any real reactions. Praise the Lord for He is good! His love indures forever!