I love the ability to make coffee here in the hotel room that is fast & free. It's a lot easier than my coffee maker at home, too, so maybe that is part of the excitement.
Two weeks down, four to go. I have decided that I suppose I will tackle those thank you notes this week to keep myself busy. Blah. I am not a fan of thank you notes (don't get me wrong, I am very thankful - but I hardly know some of the people I write them to so I don't have a bundle to say!). Speaking of not being a fan of a means of communication, I really really don't like the phone. I like it if we are REALLY good friends, or maybe if you catch me on a good day, but if I need to find something out or deliver a message & the way to do that is to call someone... I would SO much rather drive to them to ask in person! I'm not sure why I have such a phone-phobia. But yuck. Just can't stand it.
God has really challenged me, through people we have met at our church, in the area of prayer. I don't pray for enough, & my faith is not sure. I'm not sure if I can fully explain. I have found that there are things that I classified as too "superficial" to pray for, because why would God care about that, or just do that because I prayed it, because it's just not very important? I'm definitely not talking about praying that God gives you more money just because you want it or something to that effect, but praying, for instance, that God stops the heavy rain while you are driving. & I don't want you to think that God is One that just wants to give us everything we want or ask for. No. My revelation is a reflection of the fact that I didn't pray enough or about enough. I find myself praying for more people I don't know, more specifically, & more full of faith that God most certainly WILL answer my prayer, but HOW He answers my prayer is based on what glorifies Him most & what He sees as best for me or whoever is involved. But when I really believe, I find myself looking for His answer, which I think is definitely part of the process. (If anything I said can be taken the wrong way, please do not assume, but ask for clarification - I don't want anything I say to be misconstrued.)
On another note, I have decided that Houston can be labeled as a city of bad drivers. They speed, swerve, honk, weave with no regards to anyone. Now, to my friends from Houston, this does not include you... unless, of course, you are indeed a bad driver, then there you go.
I think God uses driving as a serious means of sanctification!!
I am off to buy myself some sushi for lunch, do some reading, & write lots of thank yous over a caramel iced latte...
(At first I felt like I couldn't call this a FAMILY blog when I will undoubtedly be the only one that writes in it, or sign it from the both of us when he has no input, but I'm gonna play the "we are one" card in this & all future instances.) :-)