Thanks to thimbleanna for suggesting it...
This weekend while I was driving, I passed a train track. There was a man driving a truck on the train tracks. The truck had some kind of adapters on the wheels so that it could cruise on the tracks. The man driving was just relaxed and talking on his cellphone. My little brother (who is not so little these days, he's 14) said, "If I were him, I would just put a brick on the gas and go to sleep." I replied, "Yeah, until you smacked into a parked train." And he replied, "Or flip my truck because I took a corner at like 100mph..."
Well, I smacked into a parked train. Or flipped my truck taking a corner at 100 mph... whichever scenario you prefer. I have just been cruising with a brick on the gas and I have forgotten about where I was going in the first place.
Well, have you ever just felt out of it? I have felt really out of it for a while now. "It" being life I guess. I feel like I just woke up and realized "Oh yeah, I forgot I was driving this thing". I think I just kept going in my usual routine and the next thing I know it is 3 months down the road. Anyway, am I ever grateful that I woke up.
I have been really stressing out about things that I have zero control over, Liam's birth, Justin's job, my family and their decisions... I have a really bad habit of needing to be in control 100% of the time. Annoying I know. It has apparently slipped my mind that God is in control 100% of the time. He, and only He, knows what is best for me. He knows what he is doing and He might clue me in a little later. So, I need to quit being so bossy and expecting things to be done my way on my schedule.
"You have been so good to me. Inspite of all you know of me." Simple lyrics from a children's worship song. But man, it is true.
On a completely different note:
Here are some pictures of the table that my step-dad Mark and I made for Oliver and Liam. I already had the table top. Mark built the legs for table and sanded the entire thing down. He went above and beyond what I had asked. I was thinking something very simple. He did a very good job. (Thanks again Mark , I have no idea if you will ever read this...) Anywho, I painted the table top and the legs. Put a clear coat on the table top. Then, cat hair got stuck in it. Oh well, I am sure more treacherous events will take place with this table, once the boys get bigger. I received the chairs from our church. (another blessing...) So, tada it's complete!
I think he likes it...