How can you NOT believe in God?

So, my back yard is springing....new growth on the tree's and flowers popping up on tree's and from forgotten bulbs.  Its so nice to see the color and variety.  

I can't help but wonder how it is that someone could look at flowers like these and think that they just happened, on accident. 

Or people....we are all so unique and intricate...and that supposedly just happened?!  Come on!  There is no way.  

Today I am SO VERY THANKFUL to God that He is my creator and specifically designed me!  Every hair on my head was thought of - even the gray ones, thank you mom for passing that on! 

Selling a home....

It's odd to me that when one decides to sell their home, it becomes a house in an attempt to help others see how it could be their new home.  And the difference between a house and a home is HUGE!  A house is merely a structure, a building where stuff goes.  But a home, well a home is your space, personalized and catered to how you live life.  Additionally, selling your home causes you to do all the things you wanted to do while living in your home.  Clean this area of the yard up, touch up paint this area, clear the clutter from here.  I now have fresh flowers on my kitchen table at all times, which I love!  Why didn't I do this before now?  Was I waiting for someone to give me the flowers, or was I just unwilling to spend the money if it was only for me?  And if that was the case, WHY?!!??! 

I would consider myself a fairly organized person, I like things in their place - thank you Mom!  And I found myself getting all sorts of storage and organizational containers that were ideal for in the closet and convenient for packing.  I'm not sure how or why this didn't cross my mind before.  Of course it will be easier to pack things up [even if only with a some day mentality] if the bins neatly stack on top of each other. 

Better late than never I suppose.  Praise the Lord anyhow...

Buster will be missed

I am sad to say that my brother, sister-in-law and nephew had to put their cat down tonight.  My nephew does not understand where Buster has gone.  And he was such a great cat.  He was large and in charge and had a funny way of deciding he was ready for some attention.  But it was definitely on his terms. How does one explain death to an almost 3-year-old?  It makes me wonder when it is that children understand the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ?  When does a child comprehend that they need a Savior?  And how did the passing of a cat send me into this whirlwind of exploring the understanding of a child? 

Rest in peace Buster.

PB & J anyone???

Today I experienced the most amazing kindness of a child.  As I was texting with my sister-in-law today I mentioned that I was starving and ready for lunch.  My adorable nephew, who will be 3 whole years old this month, quickly offered to share his half eaten PB & J sandwich with me.   How stinking cute is that!?!!?  Oh to be a child and willing to part with your lunch.  Its just too much.