Coffee CubBuster

With all the hustle and bustle I've neglected to share some of our greatest news (besides the little one growing bigger by the day), my exceptional hubby has finally escaped the perils of tax season! Matthew is now a part of the Finance team at NAMB (North American Mission Board). This has been a prayer for many years, but he patiently waited and tried to figure out where he best belonged at this stage in life. Not only is his commute better and he has opportunities to grow within the entire Finance sector on a specific leadership path, but he will be using his talent and skill to help missionaries, disaster relief, and church plantation. We are thrilled and thanking God for all of our blessings. We praise Him in the storm, and we praise Him in our peaceful sunshine! The Maupins took us to a great steak house- Little Alley's- in Roswell Square to celebrate the new job!  ~Proud Buster

My favorite part of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation occurs when "Sparky" asks everyone for a "drum roll"  (and some of the grandparents can't roll their tongues the right way to make a proper drum sound) and then Clark himself sings: ' Joy to the World ' loudly and rolls his own drum before the major let down. I think we should all be so extravagant when preparing for Christmas. :) In Griswold fashion, Matthew and I opt to cut down our tree every year. This year we seemed to have missed the rush. It was slim pickens! They also offer already cut and spruced trees for the lazy folk. A little fuel and concentration for the upcoming task at hand. Real men carry their trees home 20 miles in the rain, on their backs, wearing nice jeans and a polo sweater. Real women cut down trees while they are birthing children. Or we simply pretend we are strong by holding the tree upright. Matthew did great! We had to get the 10 foote...

As I sit home battling with my sinuses and giving thanks each moment I can switch open air pockets from one nostril to the next, I am struck with that deep thinking that often accompanies silent night sick days. Instead of rushing to the DVD player or continuing to try and sleep through the pounding headache, I contemplate... Have you ever wondered about "those people" that say they realized "what sinners they were" when they came to know God personally? I'm not talking about the prison patrons or once-homeless drug dealers. What about the average sweet Jane or Joe, who just seems to love the Lord? There's no way that they could have ever really been that bad. Are their words merely signs for show, wanting to seem worse than they are? No. Here's how I know. I am one of them... I have never murdered or stolen anything. I have not been able to lie very well since I got caught in the act at age 5. I've never committed adultery, and I do not intention...