Some of the questions we have are about how to pray.  Is God listening?  If He is listening, how do we know His response?  These are questions that really are big ones.  Having a relationship with God is important and listening to him as He speaks to us is key.  The question is an age old one and it was a big topic at our house the other day.  My six year old was trying to find his goggles to go swimming.  When he asked me where I put them, I responded with my typical response …. are they my goggles?  Do I use them?  Obviously the answer is no and no I do not know where they are.  So, Luke did the logical thing to do in order to find the very important goggles …. he asked God to tell him.

When he did not get an immediate response, he thought that it was his delivery and approach that was lacking so he went to a corner in the room, got on his knees and closed his eyes (obviously this will help right?)  Well, by the time I came in his room, he was crying and getting very upset.  My first reaction was “can he be more dramatic over goggles?”  I asked him what he was doing and he very emotionally told me that he had been praying to God and God was not answering!  He was not speaking!

Luke was wanting God to speak to him audibly about the specific location of his goggles.  When God did not give him the specific location, he was confused because all he knew was that God answers prayers and it wasn’t working for him.  It really hit home for me when I realized that I spend lots of time praying to God and asking him for things and when I do not get the answer I’m looking for (or the specific place where something that will bring me happiness is located) I think that God is not speaking.

I have come to a new realization about prayer.  Just because I am not “getting the answers I want” does not mean that God is not listening and answering my prayers.  I just simply do not have all the information and cannot actually comprehend the big picture.  My prayer now is that God will continue to answer my prayers in the way He sees fit.

I bet you are wondering about the googles ….. well when we went to day camp the following Monday, as I was telling one of the counselors there the story of  how Luke went about trying to look for his googles another day camper (obviously a girl, because boys seem to be hopeless at finding things …) said, ‘you mean those goggles over there?’ and she went and handed them to me.

So, God does answer our prayers.  He uses lots of different means and people to answer them.  Here’s to the next lesson he teaches me. (and when I say he, I mean God and Luke…..)

I have been in a dilemna lately about this very issue.  I have realized something very important about happiness … it is dependent on circumstances and people.  Two things that are never controlled.  Two things that have no motivation to make you happy.  So, when people ask are you happy, are they really asking, “What have your circumstances or the people whom you are around by choice or otherwise done lately to make you happy?”

We talk about love being a choice so is happiness a choice?  Is my happiness going to be determined by people and by circumstances?  If it is, I may be a really long and depressing day!  Can I control the things that happen?  Can I control what other people say or do?  The answer is obvious but for some reason we are always trying to do that very thing.

If happiness is not a given in life (and it rarely is), then we must strive for something.  If we do not have a goal for the day, we probably won’t meet it.  (although I guess not having a goal and then subsequently not meeting that goal would actually be doing exactly what you planned)

But back to the point.  The Bible tells us that we should learn to be content in our circumstances.  Clearly Paul had some “unhappy” things going on and he had to come up with something to make sense of where he was and where God was leading him.  Thus, contentment came up.

Being content … what does it really mean?  Knowing that no matter what the only person who you should be set to please is God.  Seeing that while people and circumstances do not have to go your way there is a peace in knowing that even if your time is up on this earth you have the only thing that truly matters.  I know that no matter what happens or what I mess up God is truly the one person I have in my corner and that is more than enough.

So, happiness or contentment?  Which will it be?  Contentment has to win this round because I haven’t seen where happiness can be counted on at all times.  That doesn’t mean that we can’t be happy or want to be happy, but making your reason for being connected to happiness will most assuredly make you a very unhappy person.

You have to wonder what a six year old wants for Christmas.  Most ask for toys, games, or action figures.  Maybe a remote controlled car.  What about a football?  Maybe a Tony Romo jersey … Of course, the Romo jersey may be more for me!  My six year old is not asking for those things.  At least not at the top of his list.  The top of his list is a binder, folders, and a calendar organizer!  He wants a Daytimer!  Does this make sense to anyone?  It does to him.

He is home sick today and I am working from home and he is happily playing with my Daytimer.  I guess it is good that someone gets some use for it!  He has updated a letter to Santa to ask for a Daytimer!  I hope Santa is reading this because now we desperately need a calendar for him to keep up with his life!

With all of the water that has been pouring down on North Texas, we have had lots of creatures in our backyard that otherwise would not have been there.  You gotta love it.  Our “fearless” dog Max is determined to protect us at all costs.  Or maybe just make lots of noise and chase them until they go into someone else’s yard.

One of my favorites was the turtle.  If he had any breath in him after I got rid of him, I’m sure he told his other turtle friends to stay away from that yard after Max ate parts of the turtle.  Including part of the shell.  (I would not let him back into the house until I was relatively sure he had thrown up if he was going to throw up!)

My second favorites are the little snakes.  I have never been a big snake fan, but these are harmless enough.  They are more like appetizers for Max.  I figure that the more he eats the less that have the opportunity to come into my house!

The least favorite of them all is … the rat.  Knowing that there was a rat was all it took for me to cringe.  Realizing that Max had eaten part of it made me look at Max in a whole new way.  And not a better way!

I am praying that Max doesn’t find any other creatures in our yard or that his reputation has gotten out in the neighborhood that our dog likes to munch on wandering animals that come through his domain.

I have heard that a lot.  Clearing the air.  What does that actually mean?  I think it means that one person gets to clear the air for themselves no matter what others need or understand.  It makes me think of driving through the fog.  You cannot really see, and you are straining to see in front of you.  However, if you would just wait it out maybe you could see.

This last weekend, I had a friend who was in a car accident.  She was hit head on by another car.  She escaped with broken ankles and it was a reminder that life is short and we cannot depend on having another moment.  We have to live our lives knowing that the air is as clear as we leave it.

This does not help in knowing how to clear the air or for what purpose.  I guess we all depend on air to live and the clearer the air the better.  The question is are we around people who are fogging it up or are we the ones doing the fogging?  Which brings me back to my original question…  What does it mean to clear the air?  Am I responsible for the air that other people mess up around me?  I guess if I want to have clear air and they are not doing it then I will have to do it.

And environmentalists are only concerned with the actual air.  No wonder they are not doing anything about the damage that people do with their actions and words.  That would probably be a losing cause!  Or is it?

Do you ever ask yourself what your role is?  What are you supposed to be doing?  I’m not talking about your job or your career.  I’m talking about what do people expect you to do for them.  Our purpose is always changing and I do not know about you, but I’m ready for my purpose for others to change.  I spend more time picking up after people and making their lives easier knowing that should the roles be reversed, I don’t think it would be happening for me.  But, is that why I would do it?

Probably not.  You do what you do because it is expected or needed.  Maybe because I am not being specific about what I am needing or thinking that people care enough to try to take care of me.  How do we know that people really care?  We can only know how we show people we care.  I guess we all have to just jump off the tower and be prepared for no one to really pick us up and see if jumping off is still worth it.

Sometimes all we can have is self worth. Self worth has to be enough.  And when self worth doesn’t work, then we need to have one thing to count on.  Luckily God can be the one thing and needs to be the one thing.   Because I won’t take the chance of jumping and thinking anyone will be there to catch me.  I’ll have to rely only on God.

I haven’t been here in a while. I have thought about it, but as you know thinking and doing are two different things. I think that sometimes I feel like I am waiting for something to happen that I want and then I will write. Now, I know that I cannot wait for that to happen. I have often heard that life happens when you are waiting. We don’t like to wait in drive thru lines or at Wal-Mart or at the post office. The only place I don’t mind waiting is at Starbucks. It’s because that is where I feel like I am always among friends. We are all waiting for the same thing. Knowing that our wait is worth it.

My problem with waiting is that I do not know that my waiting is worth it. At Starbucks, I feel like I know people. We have something in common. We are getting our favorite thing. Or at least I know I am. I know that at the grocery store we have something in common as well, but I think that at Starbucks, we are getting something we want. Not necessarily need. Eggs and milk and bread on some level may be a need, but a latte will always be a want.

So what does it mean? It means that I know that it does not look like what I want is going to happen. Waiting takes on new meaning. Now, I know I am waiting at the grocery store with eggs and milk and bread in my basket. I can see the latte, but it’s not mine. It’s for someone else.

This morning came fast and the two banjos I call boys were at it again.  It’s amazing how similar they look but how different they are.  One loves to sleep in the morning and the other wants to jump out of bead clapping his hands yelling for the rest of us to join him as he embraces the morning.  One cannot be bothered until chocolate milk passes his lips and the other needs edible food.  Last year Rhett was in the four-year-old class at preschool and this year Luke has the same teachers.  Both boys were and are the last ones to finish their work at the tables.  However, they are last for different reasons.  The older “perfectionist” cannot make a mistake and is meticulous about what he does.  The younger “social creature” has many stories that need to be told and people to be entertained.  Being in the car with them, you get the full dueling banjo effect.  They feed off each other and I find that just like many adults I know they have to have the “last word”.  Dueling Banjos.  I can’t wait to see what melody they come up with next!

I have a question.  Maybe this question if for guys only.  Do clothes matter that much?  I thought that by having boys I would not have as much of a “dramatic scene” every morning getting ready.   My four year old is very particular about clothes.  They are too wiggly, too long, too dorky.  (I’m afraid I said that word so I’m to blame for him using it …)  Why should it matter?

Independance is setting in and I’m grateful that he has some, but couldn’t it be less of a dramatic moment every time we start to get ready?  I thought I had set up the scene really good last night.  We tried on the clothes.  He liked them.  He didn’t want to take them off.  Sounds promising.    I’m not sure what he dreamed last night or what was in his chocolate milk, but all of a sudden we have drama.

So, again I ask:  Do clothes matter that much?

I was listening to a local radio station today and they had a caller asking the DJs to help with her quest to find out if her husband was having an affair with his personal trainer.  He had hired the trainer to help him lose weight and the wife was questioning what was happening.  I went into Starbucks to get my coffee so I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure I’ll find out tomorrow morning when they do the “day after” discussion.  (Starbucks always takes precedence.)

It made me question why a person would want to find out on the radio.  If I found myself in that position, the last place I would want to ask that question was in front of people I didn’t know.  Maybe it made her feel better to know that people were sympathizing with her.

I’ll be listening tomorrow.  No matter what results, she’s a braver woman than I would be in her situation to let other people she didn’t know be in her business.