tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132604522024-03-12T21:39:47.832-04:00Meet the BakersShana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.comBlogger942125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-54835548781135517882012-07-17T18:54:00.001-04:002012-07-17T18:54:12.813-04:00LUCKY ME :)See this guy:<br />
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He is the best thing since sliced bread. Sometimes I feel like I have to pinch myself. He is a gift from God. An imperfect, flawed, human example of how BIG our God is...how mighty He is, and how amazing his work is if we just get out of His way. I love you, Brad. You will probably never see this but you are so wonderful!! <br />Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-77821147945370664152012-01-08T12:44:00.003-05:002012-01-08T13:08:30.816-05:00He is great but we are small...<span style="font-size:130%;">BIG: 1 large as in size, height, width, or amount</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2 of major concern, importance, gravity, or the like</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3 outstanding for a specified quality</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4 important, as in influence, standing, or wealth</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5 grown up; mature </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />Big is relative. My kids think that our house is GIANT. I realize that it is quite average and that the house my husband sprays that is 19,000 square feet is actually the giant house. It's all about perspective.<br /><br />Two days ago a friend posted on her facebook that she was looking forward to BIG changes in 2012. I think we all are. But what is big? A new job, a new house, moving to a new state or even country, a new marriage, a new addition to your family...those would be considered big by anyone's standards.<br /><br />But something on that day and that particular status began to challenge my thinking. How much of God's BIG changes do I miss because I am watching for something "large in size" or "of major concern?" God's BIG changes are often so subtle that we miss them...your child learning the ABC's, serving in a new capacity, reading "The Ministry of Motherhood" by Sally Clarkson. HIS big can be quite small and yet just as life changing as your child learning to read because they are going to move mountains for Him someday. Or serving as a Sunday School teacher while the children open your heart in unimaginable ways. Or reading a book that completely changes the way you view motherhood and realizing that your children are your biggest ministry. (Read the book, Moms...just read it:)<br /><br />This particular friend is wanting a way to move back to Texas...she needs God's hand to do big and mighty things. But I can almost guarantee that his big will start out very small. My word for the year is INTENTIONAL. I want to be intent on watching for HIS big movements in my heart and in my world. Big is relative, after all:)Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-14433584010768266112011-10-20T23:32:00.002-04:002011-10-20T23:47:51.789-04:00I don't have to be right...I know that Brad and I are getting older. We have more aches and pains. We have traded in fancy date night outs for casual early dinners and a bottle of wine at home. I'm less worried about the high heels and more worried about processed foods. The other day we went out for brunch (see...we do BRUNCH for dates now:) and after being seated Brad said, "Could that girl's skirt be ANY shorter?" Yep...things have definitely changed.<br /><br />I am also learning in my old age. I have always been a very passionate person. I have this burning desire to prove my point because you see...I am usually right. (That was REALLY sarcastic for those who don't really know me...we REALLY need a sarcastic font:) I am learning...prepare yourself...I don't have to be right. I don't have to prove my point. People can think I am wrong....they can even think I am crazy. I am learning to let them. Shocking, I know.<br />Now...if you want to come after my kids or husband I won't back down quite as easy...I am STILL a work in progress:). But as for me...I CAN BE WRONG.<br /><br />It's amazing how not arguing has freed up a lot of time. I don't get on the Star Telegram site and comment anymore. I don't get passive aggressive on Myspace. YES, myspace...I told you we are OLD:) I am striving to be uplifting and encouraging even when what I want to do is stomp my feet and say BUT YOU ARE WRONG:).<br /><br />God is good, friends. If he can soften my heart for his glory...he really can move mountains. Have a beautiful Friday and weekend...much love:)Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-57764959439987886442011-09-26T13:48:00.003-04:002011-09-26T13:54:42.585-04:00I want a LUNCHBOT:)<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>I am a Bzz Agent and I want a :</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg4su82YQgM/ToC7g4V6yyI/AAAAAAAABjw/t8Hd9gbnNK8/s1600/Lunch%2BLunchbots.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656727305531869986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg4su82YQgM/ToC7g4V6yyI/AAAAAAAABjw/t8Hd9gbnNK8/s400/Lunch%2BLunchbots.png" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I am a homeschool mom with two kids who are ALWAYS on the go!! I need this!! It is the perfect snack and lunch container!! Forget lunchables and all that plastic wrap...I'm GOING GREEN:)!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Pick me! Pick me!!!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-8651958465835710712011-08-29T10:19:00.004-04:002011-08-29T11:23:23.814-04:00Convicted...for the millionth time<div></div>
<br /><p>I love my church. I love my church family. I even love my preacher. I love him because he is not afraid to step on my toes or make me wiggle in my seat. I know in my heart that when he looks around the room he is not singling me out but often times I feel like he is staring into my soul saying...are you listening Shana? I know that it is really God who is whispering that but it is Pastor Rick that makes me feel his conviciton. This Saturday night (yea...a Presbytarian church with a Saturday service...we are rebels:) was no different. </p>
<br /><p>He talked about the obstacles we all face. You know the ones...the car needs a new transmission, the kids need new shoes, the electric bill doubled thanks to a record heat wave. Aging parents with ailments that cause us MUCH worry. Children who stray from church, children who are experimenting with things we don't want to think about, children who are sick. Bad backs, cancer, job loss...obstacles basically suck. This was the mental image that was running through my head... </p>
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<br />I'm slow God. But I get there. I will not stand in my own way anymore. This week our preacher challenged us to just pray prayers of thanksgiving and not ask God for anything. He challenged us to just talk to Him...get to know him. I failed already...I have already asked for relief for my back:). BUT...I am giving thanks in the storm...I am thankful that I can still walk and that I have gotten smart enough to let Him have complete control meaning He gets to be the one to worry:)
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<br />Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-52343197186109646202011-05-23T15:34:00.003-04:002011-05-23T16:07:02.556-04:00My faithMy faith defines me. It is my identity. I have a relationship with a man named Jesus. Someone posed the question, "What would happen if you get to Heaven and there is no Jesus?" I would be devestated. I know him. I love him. Jesus is a REAL part of who I am.<br /><br />I am a Christian but I am not perfect. Christ is the perfect one. I am constantly humbled that He chooses to love me...I fail Him on a regular basis. I know God is working on me...on us...on our family. I know that we will glorify him through our failures in some way.Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-47782364100197970862011-02-06T15:49:00.002-05:002011-02-06T15:57:05.643-05:00Nike<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TU8JkONon9I/AAAAAAAABfc/-PnnA1r0AyE/s1600/pictureaday.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570681781975818194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TU8JkONon9I/AAAAAAAABfc/-PnnA1r0AyE/s400/pictureaday.JPG" /></a> So I got a little behind...I know we are all shocked:).<br />Today's picture is in honor of Nike the cat.<br /><br />My parents inherited her about 4 years ago and she is the meanest cat we have ever had. She hid in the closet for the first 2 years they had her. Once they moved to the new house she became more tolerable. In the last year she started being social...climbing on cabinets, sitting in your lap, letting you pet her without biting:).<br /><br />Sadly...she died last week...and she will be missed.Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-48407337365477394102011-02-02T18:15:00.002-05:002011-02-02T18:26:56.670-05:00Picture a day...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TUnl_TjE6nI/AAAAAAAABeI/E_e4oiyLAhE/s1600/pictureaday.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569235289962244722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TUnl_TjE6nI/AAAAAAAABeI/E_e4oiyLAhE/s400/pictureaday.JPG" /></a> The Barbie blog has made me realize how easy it is to blog with pictures. I am going to try to do a picture a day for the month of February and today's picture is BRAD;).<br /><br />He is watching Spartacus...on Netflix...on his ipod...while it is leaned against HIS (yes his) Scentsy buddy.<br /><div> </div><div>The good life:)</div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-73421256705500866662011-01-15T01:07:00.000-05:002011-01-15T01:08:19.844-05:00Blah...Blah...Blah...Sometimes I am embarrassed to be human. That is all.Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-65312730728891285192011-01-01T23:49:00.002-05:002011-01-01T23:52:16.332-05:00Hello 2011Blogging from my phone for the very first time:) Maybe I will blog more often now!! Happy New Year!!Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-7514619789158453792010-12-31T16:15:00.005-05:002010-12-31T17:08:18.741-05:00Reflections...First, let me tell you where I got this...<br /><a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/12/20-questions-for-a-new-years-eve-reflection-2.html://">http://www.incourage.me/2010/12/20-questions-for-a-new-years-eve-reflection-2.html://</a><br /><br />Now...let me begin:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1) What was the single best thing that happened to you this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Remarrying my best friend...hands down. God and God alone is responsible for the restoration of my marriage and being a part of such an amazing journey with Christ has been BEYOND anything I could have imagined for Brad and I.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2)What was the single most challenging thing that happened?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Stepping out of my financial, emotional, spiritual, and any other kind of comfort zone and making the decision to homeschool...and then sticking to it when the rest of the world said we were crazy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3)What was an unexpected joy this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ironically...homeschooling. When we made the decision I viewed it as a job...as something we HAD to do in the best interest of our kids. It has turned out to be something that not only brings me joy to do but brings joy in the form of less chaos for us as a family.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4)What was an unexpected obstacle?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It wasn't really all that unexpected...but continuing to live at home has been an obstacle. I miss having my own space!! The negativitiy and opinons of even the most well meaning friends and family over some of our decisions (ie...living with my parents, homeschooling) was a HUGE obstacle for me personally until I gave it all to God.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5)Pick three words to describe 2010.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Challenging, faith-invoking, BLESSED</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6)Pick three words your spouse would use to describe YOUR 2010 (don't ask....just guess.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well...Brad would just pick three without thinking...so: scary, amazing, fantastic</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">7)Pick three words your spouse would use to describe THEIR 2010 (again...don't ask)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Eventful, blessed, amazing....he is not into these kinds of thought provoking questions:). That makes him sound thoughtless...which he's not...he just doesn't like to be put on the spot...so these are what I think he would spout off:)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8)What were the best books you read this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You mean besides the Bible?!? :) (I kid...I know that is everyones first response and I BELIEVE that I need to read and understand the Bible...but isn't always a page turner.) <em>Rite of Passage Parenting</em> by Walker Moore has been very eye opening. I also read John Grisham's <em>The Innocent Man</em>...his first and last non-fiction. Another eye opening read.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">9)With whom were your most valuable relationships?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">JESUS....and not in the "this is how you are supposed to answer" way. Like...true blue...He is my source of true strength and peace for everyday life kind of way. A close second would be my wonderful husband who truly is my best friend. My kids...my parents. I have a grand total of 5 girlfriends who keep me sane....in ABC order...Elizabeth, Jennifer, Jodi, Lashanwn, and Robin...thank you for all that you bring to my crazy life:). And I must add that it has been a joy getting to know my SIL over the past few months...love you Kim!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">10)What was your biggest personal change from January to December this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Letting go of other's input. Our decisions are OUR decisions. We pray about things...we trust God...we do what HE says. I am sure we will make many more decisions that seem crazy and may even be wrong because we just missed something. BUT...I have learned to stop worrying about what others think...even close friends and family....although they are and will always be harder to tune out:). </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">11)In what ways did you grow emotionally?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">See #10:). That was HUGE emotional growth for me. It is still a process. My new mantra for 2011 is "creating our OWN kind of normal." We are crazy Jesus Freaks and will continue to make people think we are crazy...but it's okay...I have accepted it and have stopped agonizing over it. HUGE:)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">12)In what ways did you grow spiritually?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I have learned to trust more. Deciding to homeschool was a HUGE step in faith for me. I have always worked at least part time and homeschooling meant I would give up working at all. Once we finally decided to make that leap...I cried it out with Jesus...how can we manage financially? And He answered very clearly...trust me...I have a plan for marriage and parenting...and it works...just trust me. We did...I did...and things have been fine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">13)In what ways did you grow physically?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">OUT:). LOL...I kid...sort of. Needless to say...I will start 2011 with weight loss goals.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">14) In what ways did you grow in your relationship with others?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This year I decided to reach out to people even if I felt stupid doing so. I tried to be friendlier to cashiers...I tried to start up a conversation at Bible Study...I offered to help even when people looked at me like I was eating bugs. It has helped...I have made many new friends through our church family!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">15) What was the most enjoyable part of your work (both professionally and at home.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">BEING HOME!!! Getting to watch my kids learn and grow. Knowing Shay knows half of the alphabet because I taught her. Watching Bishop slowly remember to start sentences with a capital letter and end them with a period. Doing laundry while they do their computer work...I LOVE my job!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">16)What was the most challenging part of your work?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Balancing activities, shopping, schooling...the normal things women face:) It doesn't matter if you work, don't work, or homeschool...finding a balance is always the hardest part.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">17)What was your single biggest time waster in your life this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">OUCH. I don't like this question:). I know a lot of people would say Facebook but I don't see it as a time waster...I enjoy it and don't see it as wasted time staying in touch with people....so...probably just general surfing on the net. I can sit down to check email and sit at the computer for 2 hours and not realize it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">18)What was the best way you used your time this year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Volunteering at our church. I don't even do that much...but it felt good to be there and being a part of a team. Homeschooling will always be time well spent. My kids were a gift and anything I do for them will always be a good use of time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">19)What was the biggest thing you learned this past year?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It is okay to step out in faith. It is okay to do something crazy when God calls you to do it. He will ALWAYS have our backs...and HIS plan is much better than our own. And even the most spiritual of people may tell you that you are wrong and have lost your mind...God knows best. Always.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">20)Create a phrase or statement that describes 2010 for you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Life's a journey...not a destination. Live well, laugh often, love much. </span>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-58470078251089112042010-10-20T23:11:00.002-04:002010-10-20T23:23:40.887-04:00WEDNESDAY WANTI said I was going to start making a list of things I want to help out my husband...which is probably a stretch considering he probably doesn't know how to find this blog anymore. But...I'm going to anyways...because it's fun and I can:).<br /><br />There was a time in college when a girlfriend and I were really poor. And by poor I mean we spent all of our money going out the night before. But WHATEVER the reason...we were really poor so we called my roommate, otherwise known as the fabulous Jo-di, and asked to borrow her Sam's card. Sam's ALWAYS has good snacks at lunchtime:). She said yes, although she DID voice her concerns about our sanity. We got in just fine...I mean...I could borrow Brad's card and get in...they don't REALLY check. We grabbed our cart and decided to go "fantasy" shopping. In hindsight, I realize that what we did really upset the stocker who had to put it all back but we were 19 and stupid...and still...hyper. And hungry. So we grabbed a huge stuffed bear, plopped him down in the child seat and set out shopping. And snacking.<br /><br />SO...this is my version of "fantasy" shopping without upsetting store clerks, stealing Sam's cards, and unfortunatly without the snacks. Will someone have a Scentsy party soon? I want snacks...<br /><br />Here I go:<br /><br />I want this necklace...which is already sold. But I want one anyways.<br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/55135175/family-tree-sterling-silver-hand-stamped?ref=sr_gallery_12&ga_search_query=family+tree&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=7&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">http://www.etsy.com/listing/55135175/family-tree-sterling-silver-hand-stamped?ref=sr_gallery_12&ga_search_query=family+tree&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=7&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title</a><br /><br />More next week...on Wednesday wants with Shana:)Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-46979068961170729982010-10-11T10:09:00.003-04:002010-10-11T10:29:52.581-04:00CONVICTEDI have been playing defense for awhile. I'm over it.<br /><br /><br /><br />I had a blog about "why we homeschool" ready to post. It sounded very defensive...I had research and links to back up every singe reason I offered. But I'm not going to post it because quite frankly I have decided I don't care who thinks what we are doing is weird, stupid, or just plain overboard. From now on when people ask why I homeschool I will answer with this...<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">"Peter and the other apostles replied: 'We must obey God rather than men!'" Acts 5:29</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />That is what WE are doing. <em>We must obey God even if it makes most men uncomfortable</em>. I could list out the many reasons we decided to homeschool and they are great reasons. BUT...it came down to THIS reason. God placed it out our hearts to make a change...and this is the change that He convicted me to make. And when I finally jumped on board...I felt the amazing peace that comes with obeying God. It meant I had a LOT of work to do...but I had the peace of knowing that it would all get done.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am not posting the list because I don't want it to seem like an attack on those who don't make the same choices we make. We all do what we think is best. We may be on different sides of the playing field but instead of trying to prove which team is better...let's just agree we all want the same thing...well adjusted, educated children...and play together.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526795098108486434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TLMe3AkgYyI/AAAAAAAABaE/QcFN-uCubbQ/s400/Jesus-1-Children.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-78636500283633421912010-09-12T00:35:00.002-04:002010-09-12T00:54:05.404-04:00Summary post....1) REALLY rough day that ended with child #1 throwing a fit for over an hour over PILLOWS.<br /><br />2) Frustrated with smugness...hate it when people close to me hurt my feelers.<br /><br />3) Bedroom furniture disaster today...stain doesn't match. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!<br /><br />4) The turtle Brad found and donated to Shyanne's turtle race won 1st place today...GO CARL:)<br /><br />5) 9/11 is an emotional day...maybe that is part of my blahness. My heart aches for this country...<br /><br />6) I shaved my legs...this is a BIG deal:)<br /><br />7) I am seriously craving sushi. And a girls day...*ahem* Lashawn. (No they don't have to go together...lol)<br /><br />8) Homeschooling rocks...like seriously. I love it. So glad I decided to listen to JC....amazing how he ALWAYS knows best:)<br /><br />9) I am going to start a Wednesday want post on here...because there is so much I want and my husband needs ideas:). HA...like he checks this thing!<br /><br />10) I am blessed and filled with JOY. Even on a bad day...when the external circumstances are icky...I am filled with Joy. God is good ALL the time.<br /><br />11) I <3 whoever actually read this lame post...have a fabulous Sunday!Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-902184133248478562010-09-09T17:28:00.002-04:002010-09-09T17:49:40.611-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TIlRmz3_2vI/AAAAAAAABZk/VVvi4S-38z8/s1600/EGGS.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515028945893841650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TIlRmz3_2vI/AAAAAAAABZk/VVvi4S-38z8/s400/EGGS.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">So...I'm slow.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Yesterday I had kind of a crisis. Not an OH MY GOSH, we will NEVER survive, STOP THE VOICES kind of crisis. Just a minor, yet pivotal, little crisis in my own little world. You know...the world where I imagine I am a little pink sheep:).</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I sat down and thought...I am happy. Truly happy. I love the man I remarried...I cannot even begin to express what an amazing husband he is. I love my kids...I love both of their little personalities and just am so thankful to be home with them. Homeschooling (and this is something I NEVER thought I'd say) is SO fun and I love it!!! Brad has a steady paying job...we don't have it all by any means...but we have each other and that makes me heart SOAR. And then it hit me...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">I HAVE ALL MY EGGS IN ONE BASKET.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Here's where the s-l-o-w part comes in. I believed (you can laugh...it's okay) that my eggs are in BRAD'S basket. And I paniced. Because...what if Brad lost his job? What if I had to go to work? How would we homeschool? What would we do? Would we have to...I could go on FOREVER. I mean...Brad and I have been divorced before...come on. The doubt can seep in now and then even with the greatest man on earth. That's when it hit me like a mack truck.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">My eggs are in HIS basket.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Not Brad's. Jesus's basket. And as long as they are in His basket...it will all be okay. So I settled down. I had a laugh with Brad in bed last night...talking about eggs and baskets. And I only made him promise to never leave me twice. You can laugh there too...we do:)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">HAPPY FRIDAY:)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-40341587793626802362010-09-08T12:07:00.003-04:002010-09-08T12:31:10.963-04:00Are you unique?<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514576259443957058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TIe14_b1nUI/AAAAAAAABZM/iIgCbkxkepY/s400/pink-sheep.jpg" /> I chose this particular sheep because my favorite color is pink. It could just have easily have been yellow, orange, green, or black...whatever you fancy:). </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But this picture portrays what we all want...we want to stand out in the crowd. No one wants to be a sheep that just follows the crowd. Our society embraces uniqueness. We all want to be special.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So...tell me why in a world where everyone wants to be special and to stand apart from the rest...why do we condemn this sheep?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514577309051074962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TIe22FhrOZI/AAAAAAAABZY/LcZLzcqkSvQ/s400/ist2_2505141-the-odd-one-out.jpg" /> <p align="center">I am a sheep...I have the greatest shepherd in the world. I kind of like the second image...I mean, my Bible is hot pink after all:). </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">BE UNIQUE:)</span></strong></p><p align="center">And be unashamed...don't let the world tell you that this sheep isn't special... </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </p><div align="center"></div><p align="right"><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-53812996306328480412010-08-31T22:37:00.003-04:002010-08-31T22:44:08.055-04:00I am building cathedrals...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TH28h-Bg_8I/AAAAAAAABZA/67ybx9icFdM/s1600/gothiccathedrals.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511768810742415298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TH28h-Bg_8I/AAAAAAAABZA/67ybx9icFdM/s400/gothiccathedrals.jpg" /></a> On the days when it feels like what I do doesn't matter...<br /><br />On the days it feels like no one but Lashawn hears me...:)<br /><br />On the days that I feel inadequate...that I can't possibly be teaching my kids what they need to know.<br /><br />I have to remember...<br /><br />I am building cathedrals.<br /><br />If you want to know what I am talking about go to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/">www.youtube.com</a> and search for "The Invisable Woman."Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-7348574941640564922010-08-28T01:18:00.003-04:002010-08-28T01:30:25.753-04:00HumanityIt sometimes discourages me.Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-59905124802587431192010-08-12T16:53:00.002-04:002010-08-12T17:20:35.618-04:00Am I Crazy?!Perhaps.<br /><br />Lol.<br /><br />Brad and I have decided to homeschool. For those of you who have been following along for awhile...yes, that means...high school sweethearts, married, kids, divorced, remarried, homeschool family.<br /><br />We are not exactly what you would call the social "norm." But what fun would that be anyways?<br /><br />So...we have decided to homeschool. I think God has been leading me in this direction for some time now but fear and a worldy way of thinking got in the way. I feared what others would think...I got caught up in thinking that we have done it this way for years so it MUST be okay...why should I change it? But...I was not happy with my son's school curriculum. I am not happy that God is cast out of the public school house and I am not happy with the unhealthy environment that kids are thrown into everyday. I have nothing but love for public school teachers because they are the ONLY thing holding such a broken system together.<br /><br />I'm going to do my own Q & A because I know the questions that you are thinking...Brad asked them all:). Yes they will be socialized...we will go to church on Wednesday evenings. Shay is in gymanstics and Bishop will play basketball in the fall. We are looking into a Coop to join. They will get PLENTY of socialization. Yes I have a curriculum. All subjects are covered and then some:). Yes I am crazy. I panic daily with thoughts of "Can I really do this?" But the answer is yes I can. Heck...even the state of Texas says I can;).<br /><br />I realize this is hard for some people to wrap their minds around. Public education has been around for a LONG time and it appears to the outside world to be working just fine. I am not out to convert the masses...I just feel like this is the best choice for our family. I've been reading about how we try to teach our children about Christ and how He should be the center focus of our lives...and then we send them to public schools 7 hours a day where his name is a bad word. Add on that my brillant 1st grader had convinced himself that he could not do math and I felt convicted to do SOMETHING. And for now...that is home school.<br /><br />I have NO idea how this will go. I trust that since God laid this on my heart that he will lead the way and it will be fine. If it turns out to be a bad fit for us then we will make necessary changes.<br /><br />So...am I crazy? Yes...I am. I am crazy about Jesus. I am crazy about my kids. And I am just crazy enough to try this crazy homeschool thing:).Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-63104313268865538462010-08-05T00:08:00.004-04:002010-08-05T00:57:48.231-04:00A line in the sand...<div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501773163241487314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TFo5itXJO9I/AAAAAAAABX0/KEgVWrPG9e0/s400/line+in+the+sand.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>I usually walk the fine line. I do a pretty good job of balancing, actually. I mean...occassionally I teeter onto the other side. You know the other side...the one where the doubts swirl and the devil dances. The side where I begin to doubt and borrow worries...even panic a little. But like I said...I usually balance okay.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Today...I dove into the other side. Head first...with thoughts of, "We can't make it work." And, "It's not possible...I can't do it." Not a good idea. </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I cried. I stressed. I spent the day moping and fretting over things that do NOT have to be decided today....or tomorrow...or even 6 months from now. For what? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Brad and I do have some big decisions to make. Where to live? Try something new? Me to work or dive in to homeschooling? BIG decisions. And I was waist deep in the muck that can drown you fast. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Bible was on my bed. Did I mention I love my Bible? It's hot pink and Brad bought it for me when God started working on us. And there it sat...all because Bishop mistakingly moved it. I was desperate for answers...for relief from the grief that was overcoming me...so I opened it. And guess which random page it opened to...all underlined and starred:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Proverbs 3:5-6 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." </span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>HA! Yes I know Lord..I was definitely leaning on my own understanding and it made NO sense. I kept reading...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>"You're blessed when you meet Lady Wisdom, when you make friends with Madam Insight. She's worth far more than money in the bank; her friendship is better than a big salary. Her value exceeds all the trappings of wealth; nothing you could wish for holds a candle to her." Proverbs 3:13-18</strong></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>SO...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501777979550837106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TFo97DgxqXI/AAAAAAAABYI/1aPur5hMrm4/s320/BD1885-003.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div>I'm back on the line. And balancing much better. :)<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/TFo9mJJotSI/AAAAAAAABYA/k84KKt2-izs/s1600/BD1885-003.jpg"></a></p></div></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-20858634895476655082010-06-27T23:22:00.004-04:002010-07-05T22:11:44.403-04:00A letter I will probably never send...Dear ____________,<br /><br /><br /><br />I am writing this letter because I care. I am not judging. I am not trying to hurt you. I am writing because I want everyone in this situation to heal.<br /><br /><br /><br />All he wants is to know that you care. All he needs is to know that you love him, that you always have. He needs to know that you are proud of the man he has become. He needs to know that even though he didn't come into this world planned for or even wanted...that you are glad he came into your life. I know this may seem odd to you. In your mind he DOES know that. But he needs to hear it...because he doubts.<br /><br /><br /><br />He knows he has disappointed you. He knows that he isn't perfect. But he deserves to know that you love him despite anything he could ever do.<br /><br /><br /><br />I do not believe that you have ever or would ever intentionally hurt him. There was a time when I thought that might be true...but over the years I have realized that you don't see it. You don't see the pain in his heart. You don't see how your choices...your words effect him...how they always have. He chose to put up walls instead of respond. I would love to see you tear them down.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here is where you may get defensive. And let me preface...I am not saying these things to attack or make you feel bad. I truly want healing and forgiveness to take place...I want things to get better. You have been really inconsiderate of his feelings for about the last 8 years. You don't consider how your harsh words after too many drinks haunt him. He pretends not to care...but how could he not? He yearns to have you call, to be excited to see he is calling you. You have floated in and out of our lives like snow...for a few months you call, you send cards. And then it all stops. It's heartbreaking.<br /><br /><br /><br />I want him to heal. I want him to wake up and KNOW that you care. I want that for him SO badly. I think if you look deep within you...past all of your hurts and anger...you do too. I honestly want you to know WE care, that we love you. I truly want YOU to heal.<br /><br /><br /><br />There is a cure for your pain...for your bitterness. His name is Jesus. He is my friend. I know you know him. Let him set you free.<br /><br /><br /><br />love,<br /><br />ShanaShana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-49179201556898871982010-05-27T09:57:00.006-04:002010-05-27T10:40:07.837-04:00Greener Pastures<div><div>Imagine your a cow.<br /></div><div>YES...I realize you are NOT a cow. Work with me...I'm creating an analogy.<br /></div><div>So...we are pretending to be cows. I, myself, am going to be a Holstein. I think they are the cutest of cows and they are featured on Happy Cow commercials and I want to be a happy cow. The commercials claim that happy cows come from California which I think is bogus because I think Texas cows are VERY happy...but that's not the point.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_57XFJ5sxI/AAAAAAAABQE/MLLByFNwnBg/s1600/Happy+Cow-800x600.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475949833380016914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_57XFJ5sxI/AAAAAAAABQE/MLLByFNwnBg/s200/Happy+Cow-800x600.jpg" /></a> We are cows. We wander around a field all day. We are average happy cows. We have had a few calves and we are settled into our farm routine and things have been rocking along for about 6 or 7 years. Long enough for the farmer to take our happy existance for granted...he long ago quit trying to make us happy. Long enough for us cows to forget how hard the farmer works to provide us food, shelter, and nice pasture.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Then one day...we notice something we hadn't noticed before. A fence. </div><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_5-kGSB1rI/AAAAAAAABQc/4KzjDCzLCMU/s1600/wood_fence9.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475953355555722930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_5-kGSB1rI/AAAAAAAABQc/4KzjDCzLCMU/s200/wood_fence9.jpg" /></a>A beautiful fence. And though we are drawn to the fence...it is the unknown on the other side of the fence that keeps us moving toward it. We have loved the farm and the farmer...but it's gotten boring and we feel unappreciated for all the work we do. The exciting possibilities on the other side of the fence seem so exciting. We should just peek. </div><div> </div><div>And there it is.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_6ACvyIGJI/AAAAAAAABQo/gG89_qgzj2o/s1600/3947740450_dec322a352.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475954981603907730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S_6ACvyIGJI/AAAAAAAABQo/gG89_qgzj2o/s200/3947740450_dec322a352.jpg" /></a>It's more beautiful than anything you have ever seen. Much better than the farm you currently live at. And the farmer...well...let's just say he loves to make you happy. It's perfect. No more farmer taking you for granted...no more mundane existance on a seriously stale farm. Life on the other side of that fence has the potential to make us happier than we have ever been. Who cares if the other cows get upset...who cares if our farmer who has provided for us for the past 7 years gets angry...it's not our fault. The calves...they will get over it in time. They will LOVE the new barn AND the new farmer. </div><div> </div><div>Who are we kidding ladies? Please excuse the fact that I just compared us to cows belonging to farmers. It was the best I could come up with. But this is the reality than many women face daily...greener pastures. And I am here to tell you...what we see on the other side of the fence is a facade...it's NOT real. It looks greener because we convince ourselves it is. The reality is that it's green for only a few feet...and then it turns desolate and dirty. </div><div> </div><div>And when we realize the mistake...it's often too late. We turn to look back at the fence and long for the existance we had. Suddenly we're thrust into a world of insecurity...one where we must work doubletime to make ends meet...and in the land of single mother hood. Don't get me wrong...I am not dissing single moms. I've been one and though it is very fulfilling...it can be completely overwhelming. </div><div> </div><div>I don't know what inspired me at 6 AM to write this blog...I am assuming someone needs to see it and I hope that I can convince you that peeking over the fence is a really bad idea. It seems exciting but a LOT of people are going to get hurt....your children included. I would love to pray for you, whoever you are...I've been in your shoes. </div><div> </div><div>Happy Thursday friends...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><br /><div></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-19570613875450075252010-05-17T00:43:00.003-04:002010-05-17T01:02:27.197-04:00Oh how HE loves us...Sometimes I have to pinch myself.<br /><br />Sometimes this life feels too good to be true. Sometimes...it all just seems to be too well written. My life plays out like a story...with twists and turns that can be downright frightening and often times overwhelming. But soon enough the storm will quiet...things slow down...and in the hazy aftermath...you begin to understand. You can look back with eyes that can suddenly see better and realize that even in the midst of the storm....it was all orchestrated perfectly.<br /><br />Never a coincidence...never an accident....<em>it's always God</em>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HE IS ALWAYS THERE</span></strong>.<br /><br />I don't have all the answers...I can't tell you why parents abandon their children. Or why a young mother loses her life. I just know that in the midst of every trial...He is ALWAYS there.<br /><br />I have already been blessed enough to witness the <em>amazing transforming power of Christ</em> in my own marriage and it was beyond amazing. But I lived it...so I saw it through a microscope. It all happened in such a way that I didn't get to me mesmerized with the sheer glory and might of my Lord and Saviour.<br /><br />But today...today I got to stand back and witness this same amazing grace through a wider lens. I got to catch a glimpse of God's plan and purpose for my dear friends life come to fruition. God had shown her a part of the plan many months ago and she shared it with me. And today...he revealed the rest of the plan.<br /><br />It made my heart LEAP...literally leap with joy.<br /><br />I sat on the phone and cried...because I am immensely happy for her...and because it was just so AMAZING to be a witness to God's amazing power. AMAZING power.<br /><br />I give praise and glory to God....I cannot even put into words how wonderful God's love for us is.<br /><br />Have a blessed and wonderful day, friends....SEEK and you SHALL find:)Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-17802867568324144522010-04-28T15:03:00.004-04:002010-04-28T15:26:12.167-04:00One door closes......and another door OPENS!!!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Okay...sometimes we have to squeeze through windows...but you get the idea. God does not close one door without showing you a new door. One of my favorite sayings .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(*ahem* <a href="http://frazzledlashawn.com/">Lashawn</a>. We DO need to have some door prints printed...but I digress...)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The door to my 5 year stint at McDonald's didn't just close...it slammed shut. That is another blog in itself but regardless of how it ended, I was a little sad. I loved that job...I loved the kids, the people I met...it truly was a job I enjoyed...and that I was good at. I was just a little broken hearted and at a loss as to what to do next. I still sub and I stay home for the most part...but I like having a LITTLE money that is mine...ya know?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>God is good:)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465271606645375698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9jUU3speDs/S9iLkesgQtI/AAAAAAAABNw/igoeuib3wCk/s400/scentsy2.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I had heard of <a href="https://shanabaker719.scentsy.us/Home">Scentsy</a> for awhile but had just been ignoring it's existance:). I thought it was just another party or candle of the month. I just wasn't interested in ANYTHING with the word home and party. It wasn't until I was subbing for a teacher at my mom's school that I discovered what it was...and I was hooked:). I turned on that woman's Scentsy warmer and fell in love. No more stinky 7th graders:). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyways...I just wanted to share my new venture with anyone who happens to still read this blog..lol. Go check out my website or call me if you want to smell some of the scents. It really does sell itself. Not only does it smell FANTASTIC...it is safe around kids, pets, and/or clumsy husbands:). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If you ARE interested in having a party...let me know. I am REALLY excited to have my first one!!! I am SURE there would be an extra treat for my very first hostess!!! *insert cheesy smile and doe eyes here* </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Okay...I'm done...no more sales pitch:)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13260452.post-53902456366598434072010-04-12T16:10:00.002-04:002010-04-12T16:37:32.861-04:00Brad & Shana...the Sequel<strong>Why?</strong><br /><br />I get asked that a lot. Why? Why are you guys getting remarried? Why have a wedding? Why do we feel the need to try again?<br /><br />As the date draws closer...I have asked myself why we are making a big fuss over our second wedding. We had one...it was beautiful...and we got divorced. And then...it was made plain to me AGAIN why we are doing what we are doing.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">TO GIVE GLORY TO GOD. </span><br /><br />Our first attempt at marriage was a lesson in how NOT to be married. I believe that we loved each other...we just didn't know how to effectively communicate. And the fact that we were both stubborn and selfish in our own ways MIGHT have contributed a little...or a lot:). If you want to know exactly how to do it WRONG...shoot me an email:).<br /><br /><strong>Why?</strong> Why did you get divorced in the first place? Maybe you slit up too fast? Do you regret it? What an expensive learning process?<br /><br />Yep. It was an expensive learning process...we can't argue that one:). Do I regret it? NO. Never. Sounds crazy to most people but we had to hit rock bottom as a couple to truly become who God wanted us to be.<br /><strong></strong><br />Our preacher did a sermon on marriage after we split up and we both happened to be there on that day. I say, happened...Brad called and asked to go to church with me. How do you say no to that?? I did not want to take that up with God so I said yes. My preacher looked directly at me and said, "God can save your marriage." I seriously thought I was going to melt into my seat...what?!? We are divorced, Pastor Rick, didn't you get the memo?? Hello, God...you were there when I signed the papers. It is OVER. Done. The fat lady has sung and left. Our preacher went on to say that there is one thing God hates more than divorce...and that is couples that stay together for the sake of staying together. Which is what Brad and I had become....which is what a LOT of couples have become. I imagine I was not the only one squirming in my seat that day...<br /><br />So...<strong>why</strong> are we getting married again?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TO GIVE GLORY TO GOD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br />We want to stand before our friends and family...our children...and show them what God can do in THEIR lives...if they just let him. He can move mountains...believe me...if you knew how stale our marriage had become...you would know just how insurmountable this seemed.<br /><br />No marriage is perfect and this one will be no different. We will face more trials and tribulation....I just think we have the right tools to deal with them now.<br /><br />If I could give one piece of unsolicted marriage advice...I would take the wise words of a dear friend of mine. Bend your knees now...so God doesn't have to break them. Ours were broken...severed. But they are healed by the one who took our place...:).<br /><br />Blessings friends...we can't wait to see everyone on Saturday!!<br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>Shana Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456393673755174825noreply@blogger.com3