Awww! A Great Farewell!!!

I've been following Webutante for a few months now. I don't know her...I believe she is a professional lady in Nashville...in politics, the media, something. Nevertheless, I enjoy her blog...sometimes it's a little over my head, but anyway...

She had a FANTASTIC POST today regarding President Bush's final flight back to Texas. Check it out!!!

You're a good man, George W.

He's funny. President George W. Bush, that it. No doubt about it. Just Google him or run a search on him at YouTube and you will find clip after clip of his presidential bloopers. I just love it, to be honest.

He's been criticized for many things in the last 8 years. As imperfect as he is, as we all are, I still believe in my heart that he's a good man. Certainly I am learning in my own life that quite often, when a person tries to do the right thing, especially when the right thing is difficult, he will attract much criticism....

President Bush stuttered and stumbled through many speeches, but at least once, I remember when he spoke most clearly with a spark in his eye....you likely will not find this on YouTube...

"I recognize that in the eyes of [the] Almighty, I am a lowly sinner, and I ask for strength and wisdom and I pray for calmness when the seas are storming, and I pray for others. I pray a lot for families who have lost a life. I went to Walter Reed [Army Medical Center], was struck by the braveness--bravery of our soldiers, and kind of got a quiet moment afterwards and prayed for them and their families.

The other thing about America that is amazing is a lot of people pray for me. Little old me. Seriously. And it's a powerful thought when you think about it. I'm not so sure how you translate that into would I behave differently or not, but it gives me strength and humility, to think others would take time to pray for me.

You know, my faith is an integral part of being who I am, and I'm not going to change." --George W. Bush [September 2003 in a FOX news interview with Brit Hume]

You've done a good job, President Bush, in an era like no other. Be proud of yourself. Enjoy your retirement. Enjoy your family. I will miss you....probably more than I even know right now...

Uncle drives "THE TRUCK"

Look who I spotted today at 5-Points!

NO-SIR-REE-BOB, Not Me!

I know I didn't do this.

Nope. No way. No sir-ree-bob.

Not me.

Never, ever.

Here's what didn't happen the other night.

I actually was in my room doing my new Biggest Loser Boot Camp workout dvd. The girls were going in and out of the pantry just outside my door, peek in at me, pop a cookie in their mouths, and walk away. (Note to self: It's HUGE MISTAKE #1 to do an exercise video with your bedroom door open for teenagers to watch at their discretion.)

In walks Arabian, our truth-teller girl, the call-it-like-you-see-it gal, the straight-shooter-sister. Arabian looks at the tv then looks at me. She looks back at the tv then back at me. "You doin'at?" she says in disbelief.

Here's where the unbelievable didn't really take place...

"Yea, girl. Get in here and do it with me!" Oooo, I'm good! (Another note to self if, of course, this had in fact really happened: Pride goes before a fall).

Then, I know Arabian didn't look over at my coffee table to nose around. And I know that she didn't spy my last piece of dark Christmas chocolate. "What's dat?" she definitely did not say.

Busted....NOT.

If I had really been doing the Boot Camp dvd, Bob the Trainer would have been having me do the HOOK/UPPER-CUT boxing move right at that moment.

I swear, I did not say "Come here Arabian."

She did not walk closer to me, and I did not say "I need a punching bag" as I practiced the HOOK/UPPER-CUT in the air with all my might.

Arabian then DID NOT scurry her pregnant belly out of my room.

Nope. Not me.

I would never threaten a pregnant lady with a stiff HOOK/UPPER-CUT.

Now, where's my food diary and how many calories are in dark chocolate???

It's time to bite the bullet...

...and I hate it.

I have officially hit the dreaded plateau on my journey to better health and weight loss, and I know what I must do next. And, yes, I hate it.

In my whole life of yo-yo dieting, I have always rebelled when it comes to keeping a food diary. Weight Watchers. Nutritionists. Doctors. They all require it.

I don't know what my hang-up is with writing down everything I eat and drink. Perhaps it's because writing down what I eat feels a lot like looking at myself in a swimsuit under that hateful florescent lighting. It's just all out there, you can't hide it.

Ugh.

There's no hiding it when I write it down.

When I write it down, I know the truth.

When I know the truth and acknowledge the truth, I am sure the Truth will set me...

...you know the rest...

For some reason, blogging about this junk feels like the first baby step in getting honest. All my favorite people hit this site daily...so now you know.

Telling the truth about my disdain for the food diary just makes me want to spit and stomp my feet. The thought of writing it all down makes me whine and groan. Childish, I know, but I will get over it...hopefully sooner than later.

In the words of my good friend BamaSlammer, "this is my blog for the day".

Should this give me hope?

Well, if this don't beat a hen a'rootin!

I don't know if I should be hopeful or be utterly depressed!

I don't quite know what to think.

107???

Seriously???

...sigh...

I Rest My Case...

For my cousin Chris....again...

Recently I wrote a post about my issues with Santa.

Now, I want you to just look at this.

I.

REST.

MY.

CASE.

the end.

I really don't care for board games much, but recently I was introduced to a game and am now addicted.



JOKER.



Ever heard of it? It's fun.



It requires 4 or 6 players to make a combination of 2 or 3 teams. It utilizes a big round board, marbles, and several decks of playing cards. Evidently it's been around a long time, but I've never heard of it.

Here is Crystal, LaKala, Jessie the Mouse Wrestler, and Crystal's husband, Joey. They're intense, huh?



Only 4.5 hours left til Joker Night gets started at Mickey & LaKala's house!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

Can't wait!

I wish that I had a funny story to write. Something embarrassing to tell on myself would be just
great about now. But I just don't have anything to offer.

All I can think of is how thankful I am for the many, many blessings in my life. I can't begin to name them all. I just want to weep over all of them. It makes me want to run to the ends to the earth to share them all.

It's one thing to know something, but it's a completely different story to understand. To witness it. To touch it. To be cut down to your very soul. To stand under it.

I have encountered people recently who have experienced devastation that is unthinkable to me, truly unspeakable. Yet they survive and even desire to thrive in life. One would never imagine the road they have walked by listening to their giggles, but if you look into their eyes, trying to see down to their hearts and souls, the wounds are evident. Raw.

I remember what I knew, the thing I thought I understood...behind every negative deed there is an unmet need, a gaping wound.

Then there's me. Blessed so much. Life has been imperfect, and I myself have been even more so imperfect, but the wonderful has far exceeded the negative.

I just don't get it...

Not at all.

Why did God do that?

This is not about a New Year's resolution. I always quit those things...or at least forget about them.

I guess I just decided that it was time for me to read the Bible. All of it.

I ran across the ONE YEAR Chronological Bible and decided to give it a shot. What's interesting about this particular publication of the Bible is that it not only breaks the scripture down day-by-day so that you can read the entire Word in a year, but it presents passages in chronological order.

Now to the question at hand....

In today's reading, God, in the process of making a covenant with Abram, instructed Abram to bring various creatures (heifer, goat, ram, turtledove, and pigeon). Abram presented the animals to God, killed them, and cut them (all but the birds) down the middle and laid the halves side by side.

Then, the Bible says "Some vultures swooped down to eat the carcasses, but Abram chased them away."

What in the world? Why on earth did God include the part about the vultures swooping and Abram chasing them away?

This post is not a huge theological question about covenants and blood and etc., etc., etc. It's about why would that little tidbit of information be included.

Please know I'm not being critical. I know I'm dumb as dirt about most things, but that just struck me as so funny.

Imagine an old man, frustrated from chasing down a heifer, goat, and ram (and that does sound frustrating to me...), tired and likely nauseous from the killing...then completely irritated at these nasty ole vultures attempting to feast on all his hard work.

But what's the point of including the information about the vultures? I don't get it at all. Why did God do that?

Just like spiders. Why in the world did God create those?

Cockroaches? Same thing.

All I know is that He can write whatever He wants to write, and that His thoughts are not my thoughts.

Any ideas floating around out there about the swooping vultures? I would love an "ah-ha moment" right about now!

TWH Banquet set for Jan 17th

TWH's Annual Banquet is set for Saturday, January 17th at the First United Methodist Church in Fort Payne. If anyone is interested in attending, please let me know! The banquet serves many purposes...

• A celebration of what God is doing through this ministry
• Fund-raising
• A time to recognize volunteers
• Promotion of awareness of TWH ministry.
  

Dinner, music, and Christian comedy entertainment will be provided.

I'm excited to say that some former residents, LeeAnn with Zay and Za'Marea & Maggie with Amy, are planning to attend. I can't wait to see all of them!

Hope some of you can make it to the banquet!

I Ain't Never Won Nuttin'...

Have you ever heard the "best of" clip from the Rick and Bubba Show entitled "Willie and Wanda"? It's R&B's retelling of a time when they had given away a trip to California to listeners chosen from a random drawing. The winner was a lady referred to as "Wanda."

Well, "Wanda's" husband was in the pen (okay, people, lighten up...I know that's not nice, that's just how they quoted her on the show...and it was funny, okay?) and therefore unable to travel to California with her. "Wanda" asked if she could take her boyfriend, "Willie," instead. Well, as "Willie" came bounding out his trailer door, leaping from the front porch into the limo in a single bound, proudly wearing his Richard-Petty-cowboy-hat-with-feathers-on-the-front, he notified them all that he "ain't never been nowhere!!!" Of course, you can guess that his trip to California proved his declaration to be true as he landed himself in jail during the R&B give-away trip.

Well, I sort of feel a little Willie-like, except I ain't never won nuttin'!!!

Until now...

It seems that Deedra over at Down on the Farm has tagged me with an award!

Aww! Shucks, Deedra! You are so sweet!

"This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships! This blog is exceedingly charming. This kind blogger aims to find and be friends. This blogger is not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to writers like this one and those nominated below!"

Ok, so it's my turn to hand out the prizes....and the winners are....drum roll please...

1. BamaSlammer. Shay is one of my oldest and dearest peeps who at least used to live in Florida, but she recently moved, perhaps to south Georgia, so I'm not exactly sure where she lives now! She's expecting her first baby soon! Her posts just make me laugh out loud! Love you, Shay!

2. Mary B over at Shorty PJs. Mary is a southern gal transplanted to The Big Apple. She's a childhood friend of my friend Linda (who is a character in more than one of my favorite posts), and her blog sparked my interest in the hobby of blogging. She is a published writer, and I feel hobby-bloggers like me can learn a lot from her. Good job, Mary!

Okay, BamaSlammer and MaryB, do with it what you will!

How Tall Was Goliath?

My sister-in-law did something a little different this year on Christmas Eve at their house. The kids whined, and stomped, and pouted about it at first, but upon reviewing the video, I think it turned out to be sort of fun for them all.



She asked Bible trivia questions to the kids. The first to raise their hand and answer correctly got to open a present. Eventually, of course, they all were allowed to open a gift from their Mom and Dad, but I believe little Grayson was most happy to answer his question correctly.



Now, how tall was Goliath????

Serenity Prayer

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference."

The Serenity Prayer.

Who hasn't heard of The Serenity Prayer, right?

But did you know that this commonly quoted line is only a portion of the complete prayer? The prayer in its entirety is quite beautiful, and a life lived by this philosophy would surely be a good life....

God, give us grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed,

Courage to change the things which should be changed,

and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,

Enjoying one moment at a time,

Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,

Taking, as Jesus did,this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it,

Trusting that You will make all things right, if I surrender to Your will,

So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with You forever in the next.

Amen.

-Reinhold Niebuhr

I went on a long New Year's Day walk this morning. Wow, it was so windy! I had two layers of pants and two layers of shirts including a hood. The layers kept the cold out, but whoa, the resistance was just "terbel...as Miss Kinney used to say" (a few of you will get that!).

On the last stretch of my exhaustinginvigorating walk, I came across a scene that triggered a whole series of memories. There was a little old man picking up pecans from the sidewalk in front of his house and putting them in a bucket. I noticed that he had one of those little knee boards that he had been using, but at the time he was standing and bending over to pick up the pecans.

He needs one of those things that Aunt Mitty used to have that you use to pick up pecans I thought to myself. Remember that gadget....it had a box-like grabber at the bottom of a long pole. Wow. I haven't thought about that in a long, long time.

Then I thought about how MawMaw Chaffin always used to have brown grocery bags full of pecans...which I always assumed came from Aunt Mitty's house. I really have no idea it that's where the pecans came from or not, but when I was little that's what I assumed.

That led me to remember how amazed I used to be when MawMaw could hold two pecans in her hand and and crack them. I remember trying and trying to crack the pecans myself...but...tough luck. Sigh....

My next stop on memory lane was MawMaw's pecan pies. Oh my, my mouth is watering!

Hey!!! Wait a minute!!! Dad...what happened to that pecan pie that Aunt Marie sent home with you that you promised to bring to Brother's house for Christmas???? I think I need some to celebrate the New Year.

...okay...

There's something wrong with this picture. I'm walking insheer miserythe cold wind to decrease the size of my end and the walk ends with me lusting for pecan pie.

Stop the insanity!!!

Dear 2008...

Dear 2008,


You've been a good year to me, and I can hardly believe it's time to say our goodbyes. It's like you just got here! We've been through a lot together, huh?


It all began when I finally left long-term care. Those were 10 fantastic years, but when you grabbed my hand, 2008, we entered a brand new world. Just look at this picture I found from Halloween at the nursing home some years ago...I don't know how on earth you convinced me to leave. I miss it sometimes, but we both know it was time to go...





We went through some sad times together, 2008, on January 17th to be exact. MawMaw Ray passed away. This picture is a page from my scrapbook. See her with Mom? And there in the top left, she's pictured with Papa Ray. I know they are truly living now. It still makes me sad sometimes...but I know life must go on...





Speaking of "life goes on", I witnessed the birth of a baby with you by my side, ole-friend-2008. That was a new experience for me...well, sort of. When my nephew Grayson was born, I was in the room, but I remember specifically sitting in the corner of the room trying not to puke. (No offense, Grayson. It's just that I've grown up some since then). Maybe my sugar was low or something. Remember how fast it all happened when baby Za'Marea was born? We were so excited that we almost forgot to take some pictures after she was born. Dr. Blake looked at me and said "Does anybody want to take some pictures?" You're darn skippy we did! See...



Oh, 2008, let's not forget about the week at the beach with Aunt Kathy...ahhh...



2008, you convinced me to get healthy. We eat a lot of diet bread together, don't we? And some herbs. And some baby spinach. And some coffee with splenda. But it's paying off, huh? We're holding steady at about 32 lbs. lost this year.

And of course, 2008, we can't fail to reminisce about the Dolly Parton concert in Atlanta. Now that's something we won't soon forget.

2008, you were really good to my nephews and their Alexandria Valley Cubs peewee teams. Both teams were champions in their league. I spent many weekends with my brother and his family this year and I enjoyed it so, so, so much. I wish that I lived closer to them and could just drop in to see them any time I wish.



Rick and Bubba! Rick and Bubba! Do you remember, 2008, when we went to the Rick and Bubba Show? Remember how my cell phone kept ringing after Rick said my name over the air? Even people I worked with in Scottsboro were calling to ask if it was me at the Rick and Bubba Show!



Finally, 2008, we must recall the Turkey Trot. We walked it. We came in last...but thankfully we were not alone. There were a few other ladies in the caboose with us, huh? That was a first for us, and I think we should be really proud of ourselves.

Yes, 2008, you were a very fine year.

I have a request of you, 2008. We you speak to your Creator, the One who created every year before you and will create every year to come, the One who IS the Beginning and the End, will you please ask Him to do a few things in 2009...

Please ask Him to bless The Way Home.

Please ask Him to bless my whole family.

Please ask Him to help everything to come together when Brother builds his new house.

Please ask Him to help me to Run the Turkey Trot next year....whoa, He's gonna need to work a miracle!

You can thank Him, too, 2008, for the blessings of you!

Chocolate Covered Bacon? What's so weird about that?

.....for my cousin TINK...

Today I was waiting in the long, long self-checkout line at WalMart, and in an effort to distract myself from the panic attack I could feel bubbling up inside of me, I decided to flip through the January issue of Oprah's magazine. I noticed a letter that someone had written to the editor commenting on a previously published topic of "chocolate covered bacon" as if that was a completely foreign and barf-inducing delicacy.

What?

Seriously?

Sounds like a fabulous idea to me!

In fact, I recently noticed that on Christmas morning as I sat around the breakfast table with my Dad, brother, sister-in-law and 4 kids, we all indulged in a traditional breakfast treat of chocolate gravy and biscuits, and yep, you guessed it, we all "sopped up" the chocolate gravy with bacon. Yum-Yuuuum! To be quite honest, I think I even dipped my scrambled eggs in the chocolate gravy, too!

In recent years, I've been doing a little "study" on this concept of chocolate gravy. It seems that the concept has originated in North Alabama. I would dare to say that if you are unfamiliar with the term "sopped up" then you likely have never experienced chocolate syrup and biscuits and are completely repulsed by the idea of chocolate covered bacon.

Upon further investigation, I must report that there is much commentary on the world wide web about this new invention of chocolate covered bacon. I think I read somewhere that there is nothing new under the sun. I've been enjoying the choco-baco my whole life...it's not new.

...now, ya'll come back.... for my next Slim-Fast update will be coming up real soon, now...

...ya'hear???

A Wedding at Sunrise...

There's something special about the dawn.

Dawn brings the end of a long night's darkness, and with it comes the hope of a new day.

Dawn brings the anticipation of a fresh start, and sometimes, a second chance.

Dawn brings the potential for a most perfect day.

Dawn shouts that the One who created the moon and stars is always faithful to always raise the sun.

Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

I think dawn was a perfect time for this wedding.

They're happy, I'm happy.

Dad the Groom, Kathy the Bride, Aunt Amelia the Witness, Uncle Neal the Preacher.

Sweet New Babies...Awwww!

Soup Supper

Last Saturday evening, my family had our annual "Soup Supper," a tradition which started some years ago to celebrate my MawMaw's birthday (she would have been 90 this year). This is my dad's side of the family. He has 6 siblings, all with spouses, children, grandchildren, and some great-grandchilren...Wow! They're getting old! I don't know how many of my aunts, uncles, and cousins were there, but there were quite a few!

Me with my aunts Myrna (left) and Marie. I've never noticed that

we have "the same mouth".

My Aunt Marie, great-uncle Gene, and Aunt Kathy.

My dad's wife-to-be Kathy(as of Dec. 27, 2008), Dad, and me.

Aunt Marie and her granddaughter, Deidra.

My cousin Julie and her husband Richie.

My Uncle Gerald, his daughter Cheryl and her husband Phillip. Baby Carlin...not their baby.

Chris, Steve, Ashley, and Stephanie. Again, Baby Carlin is not their baby! Chris and Ashley are married, Steve and Stephanie are married. Chris and Stephanie are bro/sis.

Left to right, Myrna, Carl Lee (baby Carlin's great-grandpaw), Marie, Jack, Dad, Neal, Kathy.

A Creature was Stirring...It's a MOUSE!!!

'Twas the night before Christmas vacation and all through The Way Home house, all the creatures were stirring, even a mouse!!!

As I sat on the couch, I heard a great clatter. What, oh what, could ever be the matter?


It was Silkyla who squealed as she hopped from chair to chair, "A mouse! A mouse!" she cried. "There's a mouse over there!!!"


I leaped from the couch and tried not to freak. Scooting the couch from the wall, I took a little peek.


And what before my eyes did appear? What I would have given for just a tiny reindeer! Oh, but nothing could be that easy....I saw this big, creepy rat and immediately became queasy!

What, oh what, tell me WHAT SHALL WE DO? Who will be our hero? Who can come to our rescue?

I had an idea and picked up the phone. Lord, please, please, please let Jessie be home!

Jessie, I know that it's late, but please get here quick! There's a monster under our sofa! No, this IS NOT a trick!

Jessie came in a flash with a twinkle in his eye. He had a fool-proof plan...the mouse was gonna die.

The chase was on. I thought I would cry, but before we knew it, Jessie captured that little gray guy!


I'm dreaming, you say? This tale can't be true? We captured it on tape! Just take a quick view!!!



Watch closely for the creepy-mousey...focus on the area to the bottom left of the screen just below the electrical outlet!

Before, anyone says a thing....I'm sorry we screamed over a mouse while holding a sleeping infant! I know it was wrong....but we girls were acting like girls!

Just to answer your questions...We were all just sitting in the living room watching tv tonight, taking silly pictures with my camera, and just generally having a fun night before everyone leaves tomorrow for Christmas break. Suddenly, Silkyla (pronounced like "tequila" but begins with the "s" sound instead of "t") freaks out because a mouse somehow crawled across her back and along the back of the sofa. I call Jessie. Jessie comes over. That's where the video begins.

At the beginning of the video, one of the girls, Kiara, is jumping on the couch to try to scare the mouse out from under the couch. Arabian is our official videographer. Silkyla's screams were real....the mouse had actually crawled across her back earlier...she was really scared!

A special thank you to my good friend, Jessie, who got out of bed at 11 p.m., drove up lookout mountain in the freezing cold, and captured the mouse! Initially, the mouse was under the couch. As you can see on the video, it ran from the couch to behind the entertainment center. It eventually ran behind another chair, and into a storage closet. How Jessie caught that mouse, I don't know. Whew!!! I'm so glad he did!!! What a mighty good man!

Will UPS come through for me?

My camera died right after the Dolly Concert and I have missed it soooo much. I did eventually buy a card reader so that I could download the Dolly pictures , but since that time I've been having amateur photography withdrawals during my amateur blogging.

I'm happy to bring you some glorious news.....It seems that my camera has been repaired and is currently in route from Connecticut to Alabama via UPS!!! Yippee!!! Just in time for Christmas!!!

Now the big question that remains...will UPS come through for me? The scheduled delivery date is this Friday, December 18. OHHHH! I can't wait! I can't wait! I can't wait!!! I'm off work Friday, but I think I should stay home to make sure I don't miss the big brown truck!

Let's all just hope and pray that UPS delivers my camera and not THIS!!!

WHAT???

Seriously?

YUK!

I'm Done with This!

Perhaps I will regret writing this post, but I'm just going to say it. I'm sick (and tired) of citizens in these great United States of America playing the racism card. We just elected an African-American president for Heaven's sake!

I am an Auburn alum.

I love Auburn.

I even love Tommy.

I can't really comment intelligently on the new coach that AU has hired, but it seems neither can Charles Barkley.

I'm done with this people. Enough!

LIttle Girl Rescues Prancer

I happened upon one of my favorite Christmas movies on television tonight. "Prancer" the movie from 1989 is about a little girl who lives with her widower father, her aunt, and her brother at at time when the family is completely down on its luck during the holidays. The little girl rescues a reindeer who she believes wholeheartedly to be one of Santa's reindeer, Prancer. Well, I won't tell you all about the movie, but you should know that every time I watch it I take away something new...childlike faith, innocence, hard work paying off, eternal optimism. Or, one could just enjoy it as a good Christmas movie without searching for every little literary theme. You should rent it! You can actually watch the whole think on youtube if all else fails...it's broken down into 12 parts on youtube however. Here's part 1 to hook you...

But For Because of the Grace of God...

It's late. It's so cold and windy here on top of Lookout Mountain. I brought "the boys" in to sleep in their crates tonight, and I can smell the "stinky dog" aroma drifting in here from the laundry room. "The boys" don't know how bad they smell...they are just happy to be all warm and cozy for the night.

I've just been sitting here pondering all the things going on in the world and around me...Just trying to decide what to write for my blog for the day. If I really told the truth, I would say that what I started to write was that I'm tired and lonely and a little frustrated. But then I remembered....

...somewhere someone is sitting in the hospital at their child's bedside like they did last night and the night before that, and the night before that, and the night before that...that person is tired

...somewhere someone attended the funeral of her best friend today...that person is lonely

...somewhere someone is re-reading his pink slip for the hundredth time. After giving 30 years to the company, this is what he gets...that person is frustrated

What is that old saying? Perhaps I'm misquoting, but it's something like...."But for the grace of God, there go I...." I started to write that old saying, BUT...who is excluded from the grace of God? Isn't it available to everyone? Exhausted parent? Bereaved friend? Displaced employee? TWH house mother?

Misfortune doesn't come to us because God has withheld His grace. I believe grace is made for those of us with trouble, stress, and misfortune! How would we ever make it through our most stressful days without His grace...protecting us, guiding us, refreshing us, reminding us, forgiving us! I will even admit that His grace completely cleans up after me on most days!

So what, then, shall I do?

I must choose to be thankful in all things, remembering the grace that is poured out on me through Jesus Christ.