Writer's Block

I'm trying to write a story or a little something about Joy. Now, as much as I love the Lord, my husband and my kids, you would think that I would have plenty to write about. Wrong! I've been up staring at a blank Word document for about an hour, at least and I have a couple of lame beginnings, but nothing I can really use. So...I decided to come to my blog site. If I'm just going to ramble, I might as well, ramble here and who knows, maybe the Lord will drop an idea into my tired brain and I can go write something. I know I haven't written everything under the sun about Joy.

What brings me Joy? Jesus brings me Joy. Why? Because I can trust Him and I can count on Him. I don't worry when I leave things in His hands. He loves me and He loves you. He is my answer. He is my strength. He gave me Joy for my strength!

Gary brings me Joy, especially when he does like he did last night. ;) He is so sweet and special to me. I want the whole world to know that I am proud of him and glad that he is my husband! He is a great man of faith. He has wisdom from above. God's favor rests on him daily. He leads our household with wisdom. "As for me and my house...we will serve the Lord." This is our statement of faith for our home. Can you believe that we will be married twenty years in July? TWENTY! I can hardly believe it myself. Yes, I expect, I will get a couple dozen peach colored roses after we get home from our home away from home...Frankenmuth.

Let me see, what else brings me Joy. Lucy and Wrigley, they also bring me Joy all the time. Just watching them interact with each other or with their dad. Lucy is a little cuddle bunny. When she gets tired she hops up into my lap and lays down or if she just wants Mom's attention. Then she flops herself backward so that I have to cradle her like a baby. That brings me a lot of Joy. Watching her run and play in the backyard with the neighbor dog, April. Lucy can hardly wait to get outside to see if April can come out to play. They run the fence line and get their exercise.

Wrigley, he is just a mushy mutt, especially when he is sleepy. He never waits for an invitation to come get on my lap. He just steps up on the chair and lays down. With his big brown slanted eyes, he melts my heart when he looks at me. He sometimes gets into a rambunctious streak in him, but when he is sleepy or in a mellow mood, he couldn't be a bigger cuddle bug. His fur is thin, so he has a lot of body heat. When I'm cold, I encourage him to come and get on my lap. Of course, both dogs know they have to share it with a keyboard. I did however have to get a cordless, because I got tired of having to rescue my computer from the floor as they would get their heads caught in the cord.