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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Overkill?


I know I'm an organizer, but I have to admit it's fun having someone here to notice. Greg has been renovating the kitchen and wondered if I knew where the 'kitchen' paint was. And also the 'ceiling' paint, which was what was used in the front room. I went to a closet and brought out both for the touch up he needed to do. 

He just laughed and said, "I should have known."


Saturday, April 22, 2017

How is Married Life

The question I hear the most lately is, "How is married life?" The majority of my friends know my history as a widow. So now we come to the happy part of Denice's life.

And it is happy. I can't wait to get home to Greg. We do so much together from work out to cooking and cleaning. He inspires me to be my best and live up to this illusion he has of me. He truly thinks I'm this perfect, sweet person all the time.
                                                                           


And if I had to write down all the characteristics of the perfect husband for me, it would be Greg. He has some oddities, but I think they are cute. For instance, his coffee cup has to be white. Why, I don't know. I just smile and make sure it is.

I think the hardest thing is learning to sleep with someone else in my bed. I had over 3 years to sleep in the middle and now must share. I'm a light sleeper so I wake up at every move. I started to take a sleeping aid but I still wake up. And that wouldn't be bad if I could go right back to sleep.

Needless to say, I'm sleeping at my desk. Good thing I work at a church, I just say I'm praying.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

When A Church Service Speaks

The recent church service was about Peter, the mistakes he made and the grace he received.
We make mistakes too. Some are in our past, but some are habits we have choices over. After the service was over, Greg and I went on a picnic. We talked about the sermon and what spoke to us individually. We lay and look at the sky and thought about a life without the crutches we walk with. We prayed and told God we couldn't do it without Him.

Then it came to me to build an alter. So we found what few rocks there were and put them in an alcove of a tree. I now understand how the alter is for the one building it as much as for God. It's symbolism of a promise. A promise that is harder to break if you take it farther than just saying the words.