To Trust Him (And A Good Cry)

Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel like crying all day long?

Usually it's about stupid little things or irrational worries. But it doesn't matter that they're stupid and little, because they seem like they are such a big deal. It doesn't matter that your fears are irrational, because all you can see is the worse thing that could happen.

Then when any little thing goes wrong it just sets you off, and you just go throw yourself on the bed and cry your eyes out?

Sometimes a girl just needs a good cry. After you have a good cry everything seems better.

On the other hand, I'm not sure a good cry really accomplishes anything. It's ridiculous to let yourself get so worked up over little things, when you could turn everything over to the Lord, and He would handle it just fine.

Do we not believe that He can handle it just fine? For me, I don't think that's the case - I know He can handle all my problems, I just worry that He won't choose to handle them in the way I want Him to handle them.

For me, it's more about wanting my own way. Do I not believe that the Lord knows what I need and will work it out in a way that will be for my own good? No, I know that as well. I know it with my rational head, but my irrational heart is sometimes full of disbelief and "what ifs".

What a girl really needs more than a good cry is to hand her problems over to her Jesus, and trust Him to work out the details.

I love this quote by J. I. Packer in his book Knowing God:

"Such trust is vital; it is in truth the mainspring of the life of faith, which without it becomes a life of at least partial unbelief."

The Bible is very clear that the man who trusts in the Lord is blessed (Psalm 40:4, 84:12). Does this mean blessed with the answers to all our problems? I don't think so - I think it means that man will be blessed with a peace and joy that surpasses understanding.

And that's worth more than the answers to all our problems, because through the process we grow. One would never learn the joy of trusting God if all the answers to his problems were given to him immediately.

Why is it that with each new problem I must re-learn to trust the Lord? It shouldn't be so hard. But I suspect that it will get easier with each subsequent trial. At least I hope so.

But maybe trusting isn't something you achieve permanently, maybe it's more of a continual process - and you grow more and more through each different situation by applying the same lesson that you've learned a hundred times before.

I think we must consciously choose to believe Him and choose to trust Him for all that we need before any real trustful feelings even appear. It's a choice to believe his Word, and believe that all things work out for the good of those the love Him (Romans 8:28).

Is He worthy of my trust? Yes. He's shown me that many times before, and He's always taken care of me. Maybe not in the exact way I wanted, but He's never let me down. I have no reason to believe He'll start now. He'll give me courage and strength to face each new situation in life with my heart resting in Him.

Am I most happy when He gives me an answer? No. I'm most happy when I've reached the place where I will trust Him regardless of what happens.

He knows my needs (Matthew 6:32). He cares for me (1 Peter 5:7).

I am His beloved child.

He proved that to me in a very practical way last night.

The Bible says that He grants sleep to those He loves (Psalm 127:2).

After my good cry last night I've had the best sleep that I've had all week.


Baby Shoes

Time for another Baby Fever post!

Yes, I've still got the fever. And I will look at baby stuff any time I please, thank you very much.

I love baby shoes. Whenever someone is having a baby shower, I always want to buy them shoes. Or baby booties. Baby booties are good too.

There's just something sweet about cute shoes for those tiny little feet. I have a feeling this will be my weakness when it's time for me to start buying baby stuff. I just love tiny shoes.

Here are some cute ones I found on Etsy.





From Tiny Toes and Bows, Blue Paisley Baby Shoes:






From Jolie Berry, Sweet Baby Audry Pink Soft Sole Shoes:






From Cath94170, Baby Booties Mary Janes:






And Baby Booties Little Loafers:






From Coffeelady, Blue Baby Boy Shoes:






From In With The Old, Vintage Baby Beaded Moccasin Shoes:






There. If you don't want a baby after this post, you are beyond hope.

I'm just kidding.

Kind of.


Hike To The Spring

On Saturday, Derek and I took a lovely hike up to a spring behind my parent's house.

Even though we got a little lost, we eventually found it, nestled away in a little grove of aspen trees in the mountains.

The spring was always a place we loved to hike or horse-back ride to when I was growing up. Not too many people know about it, besides my family, and I think we may be some of the only people who ever go there anymore.

The spring consists of a pipe stuck into the side of the hill with fresh mountain water trickling out into a horse tank. There are also the ruins of a couple cabins, and some sort of pen for animals.

It's shady, it's quiet, it's secluded, it's relaxing. Derek and I had a wonderful time.

Here are a few pictures:
















I have to run back to work (my lunch break is almost over).

I hope you all had as lovely a weekend as I did!

Lost And Found Comments And New Blog Address

You may or may not have noticed, but the blog address has changed.
Instead of www.throughcloudedglass.blogspot.com, the address to my blog is now www.throughcloudedglass.com.

Yes, I bought a custom domain name.

I had this fear that perhaps someday, when I'm a "serious" blogger and want a custom domain name, the one I wanted might be claimed, and then I'd have to come up with something else. And that would just stink.

So, I decided to fork out the ten dollars a year and just get the address I wanted now, before some other person thinks of it and snaps it up. There already is a throughcloudedglass.org, you know.

So I bought the custom domain through Blogger, and I switched over to it, only to get a little panicky. Why, do you ask? All of your lovely comments on all my posts since 2008 were just gone.

When I switched back to the blogspot.com domain, they were back. When I switched back to the custom domain they were gone again.

I tell you, I was about ready to throttle Blogger. But, being the logical, reasonable person that I am, I decided to just back up all my blog posts and comments on my computer and embrace the new custom domain address.

I also went to Blogger Help and commented on a thread to let them know I was having a problem. Apparhently other people have the same issues when switching to custom domains as well.

But thankfully, as I was sitting down this morning getting ready to write a scathing post, I checked my comments one more time, and they were all back.

I was quite relieved. So what was meant to be a humorous, fuming post has actually turned out to be rather boring.

However, I must suggest that you all change the blog address in your readers and blogrolls to www.throughcloudedglass.com. I just don't know how long Blogger will keep redirecting you from the old address to the new one, and I would hate to lose any of you forever, or for you to lose me!

Don't worry, a more interesting post should be coming soon.


Christmas Tip

I have crossed over to the dark side.

I usually do my Christmas shopping in November or December. When all the normal people do Christmas shopping.

However, yesterday my sister and I went shopping with my sister-in-law and her sisters. We had a really fun time. Unfortunately my sister and I just weren't finding anything to strike our fancy in the second store, so we snuck off to Bath and Body Works to check out their stuff while we were waiting for everyone else.

Bath and Body Works is having an amazing sale right now, in case you didn't know. And what does my sister do? She starts her Christmas shopping.

My sister always starts Christmas stuff early. She usually has her Christmas shopping done before the leaves start to change colors, and she starts listening to Christmas music in July.

I used to think she was crazy. But as I looked around at all of the great prices, and saw how many presents she was getting for everyone, I realized how smart she was.

If you just buy Christmas presents whenever there's a sale, you can get alot more, for alot less. You can get some really nice presents for people that way.

So what did I do? I grabbed a shopping bag and joined in.

And I got a ton of good stuff for Christmas presents.

My sister is a genius. I guess I can't give her such a rough time for her Christmas-mania anymore, because she just saved me about sixty bucks on Christmas presents!

So there's my tip for Christmas this year. Shop the sales now.

You are smart, Sis, in case I didn't say that already.



Ironically . . .


It's interesting what you learn when you choose to add a difficult book to your reading list. A friend and I are reading David McCullough's John Adams, a biography.

Do you all remember reading about the Boston Massacre? On March 5, 1770, a troup of British soldiers who were being harrassed by a mob of angry colonists fired on the colonists, and five men were killed.

It was one of the major events leading up to the Revolutionary War. The soldiers and their captain were tried later that year, and the captain was acquitted since it could never be prven that he gave the order to fire. Many of the soldiers were acquitted as well, and two were found guilty of manslaughter and got branded as such.

Something that I didn't know about the Boston Massacre was that John Adams was one of the defense lawyers for the British captain and his soldiers. I thought that was ironic, considering he was to become one of the leaders in the American Revolution, and later the President of the United States.

You want to know something even more ironic? One of the opposing lawyers, working on behalf of the men who were killed and their families, was Samuel Quincy. He fled Boston with the British troops on March 17, 1776, after Washington struck an agreement with the British general allowing them to leave in peace. Samuel Quincy was a loyalist to Great Britain.

One of the lawyers defending the British in the Boston Massacre trials was John Adams, member of the Continental Congresses, and later Presdient of the United States. One of the prosecuting lawyers was Samuel Quincy, a Loyalist.

Funny, isn't it?

I just thought that was rather interesting. Good book so far - I'd recommend it if you're up for a challenge.


Getting Fatter

I have gained eight pounds since the beginning of the year.

Remember how I used to skip meals? And the fertility specialist told me I was underweight, and if I wanted to have children, gaining about 5% of my body weight (6 lbs.) would be a good thing?

Success! I knew I could do it if I put my mind to it.

I had an appointment about a month and a half ago with the same guy. Derek came with me, and he asked Derek if I had been eating, because overachievers sometimes exercise too much and skip meals.

He had me pegged.

But I was happy to report that I had not skipped a meal in a long time, and I had gained weight since my last visit. When I told him how much he looked quite pleased, and kept saying "Good, good," as he made a notation in my chart.

I am approaching a normal BMI! Hooray for me.

I can tell that I've gained weight. My jeans fit a little tighter than they used to, and I feel curvier. I'm not sure I'm entirely happy about that aspect of it. Derek likes it.

So what do you think - can you tell a difference?

Last year:


This year:


I think you can tell I've filled out some.

But it's not enough that people will start to think I'm pregnant when I'm not, right? Because I get a little worried that they look at me sideways sometimes, wondering.

As long as I can still fit into all my same clothes, I think I'll be okay.




P.S. Thank you for all the birthday wishes, everyone! They made me smile. I feel loved.
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