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| Dorian, Cassidy's knight in shining armor |
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| But she'll always be daddy's girl |
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| they say you marry a man like your daddy, guns and all |
Because of this upcoming event, I have all the latest mother of the bride what to do books at my fingertips. I'm constantly checking the etiquette books of what to do and what not to do along with ways not to become the dreaded mother in law. Who wants to be remembered with that title? Certainly not me. So I'm still asking God to put a guard over my mouth and a watch over the doors of my lips. Ps 141:3
We're pretty much on schedule with all the things on the "to do" lists. Phew. Choose this person, find these things, decide on this color and the list goes on and on. Fun, but on and on. Cassidy is doing an amazing job at making those decisions. It is surprising somewhat, this is the girl that had to go to 10 different office supply places just to pick out her school supplies, so I thought the decision making process might be a wee bit challenging but she proved me wrong. Good girl daughter.
So last week I was checking in my handy dandy planning book again to see what needs to happen next. I'm sure Cass is wanting to tell me I have too much time on my hands but she is also practicing the fine art of asking God to put a guard over her mouth and a watch over the door of her lips especially with me, her marmes that loves her so much and does have too much time on her hands. So after reviewing my book, I was met with the news that there should already have been a shower planned and that these days it is acceptable for the mother of the bride to give the shower. A shower, me? At our house? Oh no, more things on Robin's to do list. Fix the hole in the wall where the deer head fell off and smashed into the table breaking the table in two ( Wyatt is positive that it wasn't the football that he threw that knocked it off the wall), get the upholstery cleaned from Remington the dog laying on it and giving it that luscious dog smell, stash all the junk in the closets that have already been stashed in, and fix the broken chandelier lights that that same football didn't crash into thrown by that same little treasured boy. How would we ever get it done? Then I remembered Janet's lost green dress in God's big ol' ocean and how she simply asked God to show His power and rescue that dress for her. If you missed that blog post, scroll on down or up??? and read Here's a God story for you. So I just thought, you know, if Janet can pray for her lost dress in the ocean, I can pray for God to prompt someone who doesn't have to stash their junk to bless Cassidy and Dorian with a shower. Now, I know my prayer life differs somewhat from Janet's because Janet prays and then she waits on the Lord to answer her prayer. She just lays it at His feet and waits expectantly. Since I want to be like my little sister when I grow up, actually both sisters, I thought I would try that prayer approach because I know that God really does care about the little things. OK, I'm going to just throw out my sin here for all to see. So I reminded the Lord, like He needed to be reminded, that He had shown His power when He fished that dress out of the ocean and could He show us His power and fish out a shower giver for us? I thanked Him for what He was about to do and then I, like Janet, waited expectantly............for about 10 minutes. Why must I always insist on helping God, what is wrong with me? I totally trust Him but I can't turn off my brain. I started thinking of all the people who love Cassidy and would help with a shower, I could just call them or I could just ..................pssst, hey excuse me Cathy, remember, you were going to wait on me? .... Heavy sigh on my part.... Ok, Lord, I hear you, I get it. I wish I could confess that this only happened once but it pretty much repeated itself for a few days until I finally convinced my brain to give it a rest. AND THEN.......... I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. Ps 40:1
Yep, you guessed it, I backed out and He backed in. We've got two bridal showers and the only phone call I had to make was using my direct line to my Abba God.
WHEN WILL I EVER LEARN?
