Just a drop in to let you all know I'm still here and kicking.  Still loving the job and the people there.  I've been practicing, with quite a bit of opportunity to do so, not letting my joy be stolen.  This is becoming a very enlightening life lesson; I'm glad the Lord has decided to teach me.  ... Just a couple of opportunities I had to practice this were when I got a flat tire and had to completely replace the tire instead of just having it repaired, and getting a notice of insufficient funds from the back for a check I wrote... both of which happened at the bare ends of my financial breakers.  Still smiling.  Take that, satan.  ... jerk.

So that's a very brief update of life in this corner of the world.  Take care of all of you.  Much love!

Corrie

For the Lord is good...

The Lord-  He is so good!  I can't remember the last time that I couldn't wait to get up in the morning.   ... the last time I felt inspired.  That You, Abba!  You are my inspiration, my Keeper; My Refuge, My Celebration, My Everything!  Faithful, Perfect, Rescuer.  I love You!

To let everone else in on my alive-ness:  I feel like I have something worth saying again.  I can't remember the last time that happened.  My heart no longer feels sick; my soul no longer bound.  I'm FREE!  A thought occurred to me yesterday evening;  it may have been a message from my Savior, whispered on the wind.

<< When the days grow dark and you feel alone, forgotten, deserted... it's easy to gorget that God is working, moving in our lives.  Yes, even ours when we can't see through the haze of depression.  Here is my newly aquired thought on that perspective.  The Lord is ALWAYS present, moving and at work in the lives of His children- even when they can't see, hear, or feel Him; when all there is is faith and that feels tired.  Perhaps it is Satan trying (and sometimes succeeding) to steal away our vision, our ears, and at times our faith because he hates it when God is praised- something we do when we know and realize He is at work indeed.  Satan hates the praise and glory to the Lord so he does his best to keep it from Him and steal away our joy because it is more often than not, that in our joy we praise God best.  He is at wok, Praise Him, even when we can't see.

I'm once again employed!  I have been struggling for a long time with not feeling part of my church after nearly three years there.  Three weeks ago, you know that Lori responded to God's touch on her heart and came to check on me.  I think she quickly found my feeling of desperation and aloneness.  She prayed for me right then, for a job to present itself, for confidence, and for me to konw His love.  She prayed exactly every word I needed to hear.  I know this perfect prayer was the result of hte HOy Spirit's prompting and Lori's ovedience.  Last Sunday I was able to tell Lori I have turned in my application to JoAnn's on Saturday.  I was called on Monday to set up an interview for Tuesday and my first day was Wednesday.  I can barely wait to tell her I have the job.

This is my newest prayer and hope:  to be captured by my Lover's every word.  Amen.  The Lord is more than good!

Hope,
Corrie

I was found yesterday at church by a woman named Lori.  God sends her my way a lot.  She knew exactly what was wrong and when she prayed for me, she knew exactly what I needed.  Praise God, He is so good.

Can a person be terrified and not even know it?  I think so.

What. A. Day.

I think I got hit by a bus....  but it was a load of fun.  Miss H. came down for the night last night and although she was the only one able to make it, that was alright.  ... We got to catch up.  After our fire fizzled out... which happened rather quickly... we went inside and gorged ourselves on watermelon and iced tea and made s'mores over our stove in the kitchen... that's an easy fire to maintain.  We watched Down to Earth with Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo and caught up and discussed some pretty heavy stuff until 5:00 am.  How psychotic! 

We got up and made pancakes and ate bacon at 9:00 am, then went to get kayaks, which for some insane reason I thought would fit inside the trunk and back seat of my car, a little baby Saturn.  Ha!  The boys at the house ended up taking them to the river for us in their truck.  We hauled them ( the boats, not the boys) down this incredibly steep incline under a bridge, and left them there so we could to the runnings of taking a vehicle (which is smaller than my care-- stupid me.) to the place where we're going to get out.  When we finally get to the kayaks again and we're ready to get in, I gave H a crash course in river going and got in...  This is when it got bad...er.   When I got in, both sets of paddles, mine in my hand, and H's not in anyone's hand head down the river.  So we try to catch it... rather unsuccessfully until I'm about ten yards from where we got in.  When I retrieved H's paddle, I found it quite impossible to manuver with both sets, so I pull of onto a log nead the embankment and try to get H to come get her paddle.  Now, we're in the woods and H has a very nearly paralyzing fear of catepillars, so it takes her probably 20 minutes to get to where I am, thirty feet away.  When she does get there, I get out of the boat and stand in this water, where the bottom is basically a clay bed and help H in the kayak because she's definitely not going back through the woods where the crawlies live.  She holds the paddles and I tie a rope to the hook onto her kayak and proceed to pull her up river, against the current back to where we got in, so that we can promptly get out.  Once we're successful there, we haul these kayaks, one at a time up the steep, rocky incline and take them back to our house.... This is all done on completely depleted and utterly exhausted muscles... every single one in the anatomy. 

That was our kayaking adventure.  Woohoo.... it's over.   With all the rain we've had lately, the river has become quite agressive, and it was bad judgement on my part to try to get down it with a novice river rat.  Now that we know we're going to live though, it's pretty entertaining, and even laughable to think about. 

So instead of drowning in the river, I took her for a ride in our jeep and showed her the area, and various parts of my "play ground".  Fun day.  I love that H.

That's all.

Right, so I have to clear up a slight misunderstanding as I've recieved many complaints from the faithful.  I just haven't had much to say lately, and still don't today.

-Corrie