Monday Mannerisms

* I decided on a title for my Monday posts from now on by going to dictionary.com and looking up synonyms for "habit." Yeah, I'm not smart enough to do that on my own. I'm thankful for internet resources.

* Yay! I have a new phone! My Mamaw brought me one since the ol' ticker (battery, not heart) gave out on The Vu who had been my constant companion for nearly 2 years. Sad day. Memorial services will be held at noon tomorrow.

* A good friend, MrsSouthernBride, is in Ireland, and I am jealous. Someday I will get to go, though. Someday. I hope she is having a fabulous time there and comes back with lots of stories and photos. I'm sure she is and will.

* I just finished reading a book called, "Same Kind of Different as Me," by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. It's a true story about REAL people and definitely worth the read. It will make you think, pray, and do some self-evaluation.

*  Shopping in Wal-mart last night was bittersweet. I miss my Wal-mart family! There are some new faces--mostly with sour looks on their faces. I guess that's just management's way. I was very sad to see all the changes taking place. 3.5 years dedicated to a place, and in two months they've made it almost unrecognizable. I had trouble finding things. I guess that's just the cutomer's way.

I am so grateful to the Lord for:

11. Waking up to another day.

12. Moist, cool air after a rain reminding me of the cleansing the rain brings to the earth.

13. His protection in all circumstances.

14. Going before me and fighting my battles.

15. Being patient with a slow-learner, continuing to remind me that He is in control and perfectly trustworthy.

16. Sweet babies that slobber while they eat and try to feed you their smashed bread pieces.

17. His provision of circumstances to allow me to attend the Perspectives class and the changes He is working in me through the class.

18. A cold puppy nose nudging me awake from under the covers.

19. The wonderful, spontaneous visit from my grandparents Friday evening.

20. Being bombarded by a dozen little arms, wrapping around my legs and waist, during the greeting time at church Sunday.