Let's Just Lift Our Hands Toward Heaven

On my day off, I'm trying to catch up, 

with YOU!

I have missed so many posts since I started my REAL job!

Yes, keeping babies is a REAL job, if I didn't know before!

Today, every joint in my body is aching. 

My mom had Rheumatoid Arthritis. 

I try not to go there in my mind.

The mind is a powerful thing.

I'm just taking the day off to rest and read. 

We were given these when we signed the contract on the house.

I have taken all of the above this week!

(The panic pills?  Jelly Beans! Yes!

However, I do have my own stash of Panic pills.)

Been doing a little squeezing this week, too!

The walls are up.  Well, not the Sheetrock.

This is the view from the foyer into the great room

and into the kitchen.  It is very open with lots of natural light.

This is the view from the kitchen into the greatroom and master bedroom.

This is the master bedroom and bath.

Did I tell you I have a walk-in closet?

David is standing in the hall that leads to his office.

There will be a small bed in there or a sleeper sofa, maybe?

  The jury is still out on that one.

Do we need 3 bedrooms or 2 bedrooms and an office?

I need a clear, uncluttered dining room table! 

Little Harper is learning everyday. 

I am privileged to be one of her teachers. 

Her mama, the singer, the performer, loving the stage, 

is teaching her some of the show tunes, some of course 

being Disney with choreography.

This week, a TV commercial came on for the Nashville Rescue Mission.

They were playing, Because He Lives in the background.

Harpers lifts hands up high and starts swaying back and forth.

I said, "There you go baby, Praise the Lord."

My daughter and husband attend a very wonderful contemporary UMC.

As contemporary as they are, it still would be somewhat obvious 

for anyone in the congregation to be seen swaying back and forth with uplifted hands.

When I told the kids that my granddaughter had learned to Praise the Lord, 

my son in law responded, 

"Oh, my Lord!"

Yeah, He's mine too:)

giggle, giggle.

I tell you, my heart is full of praise and thanksgiving 

and sometimes it displays itself in various ways.

Maybe I should wear a sign that says, 

"Beware of Uplifted Hands."

Praise is one thing you don't have to teach a child.

It is born in them!