Burnt up Motor

Sorry it has been a while since we have posted anything. Life has been a little crazy for us.

For those of you who have been praying about B's trip to Haiti, it was cancelled. The group is going to Puerto Rico instead and B decided to not participate. His heart is with Haiti and would love to one day go. Our church will be planning a trip there sometime in January or February, so hopefully we will be able to go then.

Little Monkey is getting big, and I can't believe that we will be celebrating his 1st birthday this weekend! (will post pictures later!)

As for me I am trying to be the woman God has called me to be. Trying to be a godly wife and mother to the best of my ability, but realizing that I cannot do it on my own. Trying to do the daily housework and duties of being a mom has been a challenge lately. Monkey is into everything and undoes anything I am working on.

Just when I think I am doing good and things are back in order something like my vacuum motor burns up! As I was vacuuming in my room one day a sock got sucked up (it was under the edge of the bed and I didn't see it). The vacuum started acting all crazy so I turned it off. Immediatley there was a HORRIBLE smell that filled the room. It was so bad I thought for sure that I would vomit everywhere. We had to put the vacuum outside just to get the smell out of the house! At first I was a little irritated, but then God, being who he is, used this moment as a lesson in my life.

We are like the vacuum going about doing our work, then Satan puts a "sock" in our way to prevent us from doing the rest of our task. There are some days that our motors burn up and there is no way we will be functional for a few days. Or maybe there is a horrible smell coming from us that causes others to not want to be around us. Either way we are no longer able to do what we were made to do.
For some this might sound crazy, but this is the way that God shows me different things that might need working on in my life.

Being a stay-at-home-mom there is always something that could cause me to not want to finish my task or that Satan may use to prevent me from being the woman God calls me to be.
As difficult as it may be sometimes I am realizing that I am more blessed than I could have ever imagined. I wouldn't want it to be any other way!!! I am learning to have joy even when things like my vacuum blows up, the toilet seat breaks, a dish breaks, my kid busts his mouth, etc. The only reason I can have joy is because I know that there is something much bigger than just a vacuum, there is a lesson, but only IF I seek God.