Sacrifice

I've sensed lately that God wants me to give Him something and I've been quite resistant. I thought, "I gave you my dream for a career, I mean, what else do I have to do?" As soon as I completed that thought, the answer immediately came. We are to take up our cross daily and the cross means death, sacrifice, giving it all. Paul says we are to be living sacrifices. A sacrifice isn't really a sacrifice if it doesn't cost us anything and living implies that it just might hurt! But God doesn't ever harm us...though some things He allows might hurt. So daily I must consciously lay down my dream at His feet and say "it's Yours" knowing that I may never see it fulfilled in this lifetime. The grief this causes cannot be conveyed, but I'm really trying to be obedient. Mercy Me's song, "God With Us," says it better than I can:

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary
Nevertheless, we lay it at Your feet.

Nothing Can Be Simple

When our water bill suddenly doubled for 3 consecutive months, we did a little investigating and discovered all 3 of our commodes were leaking water from the tank into the bowl. Sounds like a minor deal, but considering it was doubling our normal water usage per month, it was literally money going down the toilet. So, looking up the symptoms in our Householder's Survival Manual (thanks Reader's Digest), we thought we determined the cause and subsequent solution and off to the big blue home improvement store. Who knew there were a gazillion possible parts to a commode?! Really, I counted them. Ha. Three separate trips to the blue place and we STILL don't have the right part. Almost makes the old fashioned outhouse with a hole in the ground seem like a good idea - almost.

Mucho thanks to hubby for taking on the porcelain beasts. He's pretty handy to have around!