The Hueston Chronicles

Yellow is best

2010-11-30T21:50:00.015-06:00

This precious lady came into my life in the summer of 1999. She was part of the family that I would soon marry into. A family of a Canadian, a native Texan and a multitude of relatives. In June 2000 she became my mother-in-law.

Her personality reminded of the color yellow--vibrant, sunny, and full of energy. AND her favorite color was yellow--suited her well.

Two years ago to this very month, she was diagnosed with an awful disease--cancer. We were told at that time she would only last about 4 months. However, who are we to tell God when he can call one of his servants home to meet him. He had a greater plan. A greater plan in place that allowed my husband to really get to spend some quality time with his Mom. He created memories that I know will last forever and he will not soon forget. She loved her boys, her Bobby, her grandsons, her friends, and her family with a spirit that showed through every day.

This past month has been a trying one for sure. But during that time, Stewart went every Tuesday and Thursday evenings and some weekends and sat with his Mom while his Dad was at work. What I love the best is that they watched Wheel of Fortune during that biweekly basis. He had the most patient, loving disposition during those times with his mom.

Pat and I both share a huge love for Jesus. We would often talk about Beth Moore and even had an opportunity to do one of her studies together. All across her home you would see yellow sticky notes with Bible references that brought her comfort during this time of suffering. Just last week, we were talking about God's tabernacle and reading a Karen Kingsbury book together.

I am assured to this very day that she is in heaven and out of pain. So while I know she will be greatly missed here on Earth, I am confident she is having a wonderful time in heaven. We are told in John 3 :16 that we are loved so deeply, so unconditionally, that God gave his son for us that we might be assured of a life beyond this earth. A life full of joy--not sorrow and pain. A life spent worshiping our creator.

Pat finished her earthly race today. Well done thy good and faithful servant.

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Cave Dweller

2010-04-12T13:28:00.006-06:00

I live in a cave.

Yes. I live in a cave (or at least it feels like a cave). My house was built in the mid-70's. It has very few windows, dark oak paneling (the fancier kind of the 70's--wanting to paint it-but that in itself is another post), and very little overhead lighting.

It seems to me that people of that decade were into bell bottom pants (even wore those myself), teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony, crazy fringe on their clothes, and exploring their emotions. I guess the houses built at that time were meant to be secret dark dwellings.

All of this darkness in my home started me thinking about light vs. darkness. This world seems to be growing darker and darker, day by day, and even minute by minute. The news is depressing. The issues of teenagers are way over the top most days. And people in general seem to be more unhappier than ever before. Families that were once functional have now moved on over to the nonfunctioning side. Maybe as I am getting older, I am seeing more and more of these things. Or maybe we are truly nearing the end of our years on this earth.

Whatever the reason or reasons, I know one thing to be true. God has called me to be the salt and the light in this dark world. Just like in my home, I crave natural light. I dream of a bank of windows where the sun shines in. I want people of this world to be able to see Jesus as the Light of this world. I want the SON to shine on their lives.

John 12:46 tells us "I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness".

So....what kind of light are you displaying for the world to see? Does it keep people in the dark? Is it a bright light? Or is it only the strength of a night light where people still stumble around? More importantly...are you gonna let it shine?

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Let it shine til Jesus comes.
I'm gonna let it shine.
Let it shine til Jesus comes.
I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

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To see or not to see....

2010-02-19T11:52:00.006-06:00

Unfortunately,I am in that "magic" decade where everything physically seems to be turning south...weight, skin, and any other thing you can think of. One of those things just recently is my eyesight. Now I have never had the eagle eye, but I have not been blind either. I have had glasses for several years ( weak by most standards), but none the less--glasses.

Just recently I had to go see the eye doctor to get another pair for two basic reasons. The first being I lost my stinkin' glasses and could not find them anywhere. I searched high and low and up and down and every which way in between. Still no glasses. The second reason is I felt my eye sight slipping away (just like my youth)but was too proud to really admit it.

Much to my surprise my doctor said to me, "Welcome to adulthood. You need bifocals". Huh? Me? I need bifocals? Really?

So I set out on the journey to find the cutest pair of frames ever created. If I was going to venture into the world of "adult" glasses--darn if they weren't going to be cute!

So...I bought myself some cute bifocal glasses.

This whole concept of bifocals got me thinking about focus and the act of focusing itself. You see to really use these bifocals properly, I was told to point my nose at what I wanted to see and the object would come into focus. Sounds easy, right? Not exactly.

This reminds me of how often I lose sight of the things of eternity and begin focusing on the things of earth. Sometimes my focus is downright blurry. The circumstances of life can cause my vision to be totally out of whack--unfocused. Other times, it is merely blurry around the edges. Maybe one eye is on this earth, while one is on eternity.

Now everytime I see these glasses, it reminds me of my purpose here in life. What have I done lately to further the Kingdom of God? How often in the past week have I lost my purpose.

Incidentally, I found my glasses--under the bed where I keep my dust bunnies. One of my dogs thought he needed to focus better. The lenses were covered with dog licks, and the ear piece was chewed off.

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Stamp Camp

2009-02-15T17:24:00.008-06:00

It is always fun when I get the time ( or make myself take the time) to do something creative. One of the things I really enjoy is makikng cards and scrapbook pages. Here are three that I have recently completed.

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Spoiled much?

2008-04-15T15:24:00.002-06:00

NOTE: placemat, Texas Tech Glass, and sparkling bottled water.
Only for Samantha~

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Wyatt...

2008-04-15T15:22:00.000-06:00

Gorgeous Baby Wyatt.

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Panting dogs and whipping winds.

2008-04-10T15:03:00.004-06:00

Well of course something always happens at the Hueston household.

Last night the storms were T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E. I woke up, sat straight up, and thought I was surely bound for the promised land--the land flowing with milk and honey. But no it wasn't the trumpet of the Lord sounding, but 90 mph hour winds---and yes it does sound like a freight train. Anyway--I grabbed my furry friends and headed for the bathroom---just the room I want to hunker down in, right? As a mater of fact it closely resembles a gas station bathroom.

Anyway--Stewart being the brave man that he is, stayed sitting up in bed.
When the storm passed by (30 long minutes later), we (meaning Stewart) went out side to survey the damage. Did I mention is was 4:00 a.m. and we had no electricity? Anyway--part of our fence was blown down and we had a huge limb that was knocked from our tree and landing in the driveway in front of the garage. I realized then I couldn't get out for work (darn) and went back to bed until the light came streaming in our windows.

At 7:30 we got up and I went down our street in search of a chain saw to saw our way out of the house so we could both get to work ( because you KNOW that is where I wanted to be). Do people own chain saws in the city? I guess not because (now get this picture) when I got back Stewart was sawing the heck out of that tree with a handsaw. We were making head way now folks. I felt like running down to the creek and bringing back those beavers to help poor Stewart out--except that city folks don't keep traps laying around for just that purpose.

Well, Stewart got enough of the tree out of the way so that we could get out of the garage and off to work. I am certain that my make up was perfectly applied since it was down by candlelight. Come to think of it, I may do this by candlelight everyday since my skin seemed to have that oh so beautiful glow that has long since gone with my youth.

Here's the funny part.

Tuesday I came home from work-- got sick--I wore black pants that day---only half a day--they weren't that dirty.

Wednesday--I put back on my black pants and headed off to work--still very hung over from my previous day's drugs.

Thursday---yes folks the same black pants---That is all I had IRONED.
So I am proud to say that I am doing my best to support the educational uniform...black pants and shirt.

And no one noticed. Why? What person doesn't have at least 2 pair of black pants?

But God is our great protector. My next door neighbors had a limb from a tree go through their bedroom roof. Nothing like being woke up to cold rain pounding your face.

Do April showers really bring May flowers? If so, May should be beautiful.

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Before the rocks cry out

2008-03-05T18:09:00.002-06:00

Before the rocks cry out I want to praise him.
Luke19:40 "I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."

I love the above verse. If we who God created in his own image don't cry out his praises, his name, and his marvelous works, then we know for sure that the rocks will.
Praise you Lord for the wonderful blessings today and yesterday. I don't deserve your grace, mercy, and unconditional love. But PRAISE you ABBA that you bless me with them.

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Plumber phobia???

2008-03-05T18:02:00.004-06:00

I have a funny story to tell you . You maybe surprised that it involves a plumber(especially after the last plumbing incident).
I have discovered I have "plumber phobia". The mere mention of the word plumber and I develop hives the size of Texas---big oozing, boiling hives.
Anyway--our bathtub started to not drain on Sunday. We poured 3 bottles of Drano, etc and to no avail I finally faced my fate----dialing the plumber's number. I told Stewart I can't do this--I just can't----you have to do this.
Anyway, Mr. Plumber came yesterday. I was on pins and needles praying, praying, praying, that it wasn't something serious. Another counselor in our office just had her house diagnosed with tree roots in the water line---major bucks.

After the plumber did his thing with the snake. (heehee), he asked Stewart two things. "Do you regularly bathe your dogs in the bathtub? and Is someone in your house going bald?
YES--he pulled out three wads of hair the size of brillo pads ( I did see them and can confirm) from our bathtub drain. And yes they are mostly red hair.
Stewart replied "Well, the wife does have a lot of hair". Thanks Stewart. Thanks a lot.

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Hot prayers to heaven

2008-01-30T18:09:00.000-06:00

PRAISE THE LORD FOR HOT WATER!
Just wanted to give a shout out for a new water heater. Household things needing to be fixed can absolutly send me over the top. And given all the recent happenings in our lives, I spent many hours worrying whether this installation would go off without a hitch.
I claimed many scriptures in the name of a successfull hot water installation.
Praise you Father for seeing my need and answering my prayer. You do care about your children--even their hot water heaters.

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The 80's return along with the mullett!

2008-01-03T21:02:00.000-06:00

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Happy New Year

2008-01-01T08:29:00.000-06:00

Psalm 145: 3,4
"3 Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; his greatness no one can fathom. 4 One generation will commend your works to another; they will tell of your mighty acts."

That is what I want to do today. Lend my verbal praise to our God most high.
This year has been full of highs and lows.

*January we celebrated that I didn't have Meniere's disease

*In March my friends and I traveled to Bossier City, LA for a Living Proof Conference;

*April we survived damaging spring storms

*May we celebrated Stewart's 40th birthday and came home to a house where two rooms were flooded

*June brought the end of school, my senior students graduating, my lost engagement ring, a 7 year anniversary, and brand new flooring for our home

*July brought news of my brother and his wife having a baby. Samantha (our red doxie) had her first back surgery. My mom and her friend and me and my friend attended the Going Beyond confernce in Houston with Priscilla Shirer.

*August came and back to work for me

"October was a repeat of Sam's surgery

*November was Thanksgiving and a much needed break

*December was a true blessiing from God with the freaky plumber situation.

In each of these months, God was always there.
I am reminded on a daily basis of God, his faithfulness, truth, love, grace, and mercy.

Bless the Lord for he is great and greatly to be praised!

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A toilet, plumber, and an ambulance

2007-12-26T15:58:00.000-06:00

Did the title get your attention? It should have. If it is going to happen to me, then you know it is bizarre. This is a long story--so hang in there.

Last Saturday we had a freaky thing happen...a thing that I know could only be a God thing.

I called earlier in the week for a plumber to come check out our toilet. It was leaking from the base and Stewart had done everything he knew to do to possible heal this toilet of it's maladies. The plumber person was set to come this past Saturday. I had used this same service during my freaky gas leak back in October--so I completely trusted them.

He showed up--- a seemingly nice guy from Ernie's plumbing. He came in and looked at the toilet and told us that if it is this, it will cost this. If it is this, then it will cost $$$$$$$$. I nearly fainted. " To fix a toilet?" I said.

Now I know we have two toilets, but my favorite toilet was the one that needed the laying on of hands. Does anyone else have a favorite toilet?

We signed the paperwork to consent to have our toilet fixed. He said "I have to go pick up a part. I will be back in an hour, an hour and a half". This was straight up noon folks. Finally at three o'clock he comes back to do the deed. By the way, he had already removed the toilet and ran "water" over my bath mats. They now have a new home---Trash Can Manor.

When he came in I thought I smelled alcohol. But it wasn't strong. And I KNOW he smokes--whew--so I thought he was being courteous and swiggin' some mouthwash before coming back. He came in the door carrying three heavy machinery items. He was kind of swerving. I thought he was off balance because of the heavy equipment. He starts doing his thing. I could hear machinery in there whirring away. I tried my best to stay out of his way--so I left him alone. About 4:30 I went to run some errands.
I came back about 5:45. The whole time I was gone, I was really nervous. I called Stewart three times to ask.."How's it going? Anything else wrong yet?", etc. Stewart was firmly planted on the couch--growing roots miles deep and hadn't gone to check on him at all.

Here's the part...hang on....
I went to check on him and he was ASLEEP ( or so I thought) on our bedroom floor. I came back to the living room laughing so hard. A part of me thought...haha--funny. The other thought... HE IS DRUNK AND PASSED OUT ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR. I AM HOPPING MAD.

I was afraid to wake him not knowing him at all--scared whether he would be violent or not.
I called Ernie's plumbing service and talked to the woman---voicing my opinions. Did I mention he was snoring? She wanted Stewart to try to yell his name and wake him up. TRANSLATION: My manly man said "You are on the phone with her, you do it."

I yelled and hollered his name standing right over him. but nothing..no stirring at all. She wanted me to "kick him in the ribs and get him moving". I said NO WAY. I don't know anything about him.

Since we couldn't wake him, she had me call 911. Yep--pretty soon--a fire truck, ambulance, and police man came rolling up to our front door. The people wanted to know his medical history. I kept repeating. HE IS OUR PLUMBER. I DON"T HAVE A CLUE.

They finally roused him and he was totally incoherent--couldn't answer a sentence, didn't know where he was, etc.

They took him to the hospital. Turns out he had some sort of diabetic issue. A plumber came the next day and the company comped our cost. The man was still in the hospital as of Sunday.

I believe in my heart that this man did not know he was sick. God placed him where he needed to be to recieve optimal medical care ( and he wasn't driving) I also believe that God took care of our financial situation.
I am more and more conviced every day that I live, that God is in control. He is a mighty God, who loves, guides, protects, and treasures his people.
Thank you Lord for knowing my needs and meeting them. I pray for this man and his family.I pray that know you and you are with them.

I love you Lord.

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Christmas in Teague

2007-12-26T09:32:00.000-06:00

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Bess

2007-12-26T09:26:00.001-06:00

My Dad loves Bess. Bess loves my Dad. She goes everywhere with him. To town, over in the pasture, to the store. Literally everywhere. Here are a few shots of Bess just hangin' out.

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Fun at the farm...

2007-12-26T09:14:00.001-06:00

"Oooh.. Look... a hole".

"I am trying really hard. I know I can make it to China".

" Awww..success.. I see something. Drat. It's only more dirt."

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Merry Christmas

2007-12-22T13:12:00.000-06:00

From our house to yours~
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

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Hueston Family Christmas

2007-12-16T20:41:00.001-06:00

Out of the mouth's of children~ This precious child--Kade--told me I am a genius because I could help him with his Sponge Bob puzzle! Ummm..Stewart..did you hear Kade?

Me and Stoo

Shawn, Kristie, Seth, and Kade (Stewart's brother's family)

Pat and Bob (Stewart's Parents)

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How many Coxs does it take...

2007-12-16T20:29:00.000-06:00

2 Huestons
8 Lintons
6 Vandegriffs and
10 1/2 Coxs

NOW THAT's FUN!
Wrangling people for this picture is just about as easy as wrangling a herd of dachshunds.

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Speakin' of mashed taters...

2007-11-25T19:58:00.000-06:00

You Are Mashed Potatoes

Oridnary, comforting, and more than a little predictable
You're the glue that holds everyone together.

What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

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Get out of jail...but NOT for free

2007-11-18T15:00:00.000-06:00

Samantha our little cute red dachshund has literally been in "doggie jail" (i.e. crate rest) since July 21. She has had two back surgeries--each within two months of each other. This Tuesday marks the six weeks period after the 2nd surgery---literally her get out of jail day.

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Pumpkin Prayer

2007-10-22T16:35:00.000-06:00

"Pumpkin Prayer"

{cut off top of pumpkin} Lord, open my mind so I can learn new things about you.

{remove innards} Remove the things in my life that don’t please you. Forgive the wrong things I do and help me to forgive others.

{cut open eyes} Open my eyes to see the beauty you’ve made in the world around me.

{cut out nose} I’m sorry for the times I’ve turned my nose at the good food you provide.

{cut out mouth} Let everything I say please You.

{light the candle} Lord, help me show your light to others through the things I do. Amen
By: Liz Curtis Higgs

The King and his Throne

2007-10-08T20:10:00.000-06:00

I bought this cute little chair off of Craig's List. I put in our computer room as a place for me to sit and read. My mom came and made this cute ottoman. HOWEVER, a certain male doxie whose initials are PANCHO has chosen to use MY chair as his throne. Imagine that!

Blessings Flowing

2007-10-08T17:35:00.000-06:00

"Praise God from Whom All Blessings flow. Praise him all creatures here below. Praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. AMEN"

I love this hymn where we are called to doing nothing more than Praise God. What a privilege it should be for us to even utter his precious name, to call in times of need, and to know he hears us.

Healing Rain

2007-10-05T10:28:00.000-06:00

Ahhhh... Rain....so refreshing...so cleansing...so beautiful.

I woke up Wednesday morning to the kind of rain that lightens your spirit. It was the steady rain you love to hear on the rooftop, the kind of rain that comes with joy in the morning.

The previous day one of my beloved doxies-----Samantha---went in for surgery AGAIN. This was her second back surgery in two months. I had Stewart take her to see the vet because not only could I not due to work obligations...but I JUST COULD NOT GO WITH HIM. There was the possibility of her not being able to walk.
I woke up Wednesday morning needing a refreshing word from God. A word that would lift my spirit and remind of his wonderful grace and love. He provided the rain just for me. Just so I could be reminded of him.

The day before I had found a scripture that I wrote down on a note card and kept close my heart (in my purse) as a reminder of God's sovereignty.

"In distress you called and I rescued you. I answered you out of a thundercloud: Psalm 81:7.

Praise you father. Thank you for answered prayers

Thankful Thursday

2007-09-27T10:10:00.000-06:00

"Gratitude is the substance of a heart ready to show appreciation, or thankfulness; it is not simply an emotion, which involves a pleasant feeling that can occur when we receive a favor or benefit from another person but rather the combination of a state of being and an emotion"

Today I am thankful for:

1. Nice cooler weather

2. Taking tomorrow off--mental health day

3. Freedom to read and study and reflect on God's word

4. God's faithfulness

5. A nice comfy place to lay my weary head.

Fall is a comin'

2007-09-10T20:04:00.000-06:00

My favorite time of year is fall.
* just right temperature with just the perfect nip in the air.
* beautiful leaves that change each year
* pulling those old comfortable sweaters from the closet
* yummy soups and stews

God is such a faithful God to provide us with these wonderful seasons of change. So many times the earthly changes mirror the changes in our lives. Am I faithful to him even when I feel he is far away? Am I faithful to him through every season of change in my life?

Thank you Lord for the beautiful fall colors. Thank you for working in our lives from the inside so that our outside is a reflection of you.

Crazy Hair and School

2007-09-03T19:19:00.000-06:00

WHEW!!!!

The first week of school!!!!

What can I say?

I am so glad it is over. The first week is always the hardest--(you know the first cut is the deepest).

I am so thankful to have had "LABOR" day to not labor and to refuel my tank for the fall semester ahead. Praise God for the ability to work. BUT also thank you Lord for time to relax.

Thanksgving and Praise

2007-08-29T07:32:00.000-06:00

Our Heavenly Father...

*Blesses us beyond our wildest dreams.
*Answers our prayers with more than we deserve.
*Surprises us with great gifts.
*Loves us beyond comprehension.
*Provides beautiful moons shining through clouds and wonderful sounds that remind us of home.

Lift up a heart of thanksgiving and a voice of praise.

Bathtub therapy?

2007-08-23T21:03:00.000-06:00

As part of Samantha's physical therapy, she is supposed to exercise her back legs in the bathtub. Here are the first pictures of this experience. The first one is of the tears she was crying for being put through such humiliation. The second one is of her standing in the shallow end of the tub sporting her doggie life jacket.

YES folks.....real tears.

Poor, poor, Sam.

Tin Cans and Angels Wings

2007-08-17T08:33:00.000-06:00

Have you ever had one of those days? You know the kind where your day starts off with a great beginning?
Yesterday morning (Thursday) I completed my quiet time and was headed out to my car looking forward to some breakfast from Chick-fil-a. YUM! Well, I noticed my tire was flat. Of course! At that point I wasn't too distressed.
I looked in my trunk for some fix-a-flat. NOPE!
Looked in the garage for some fix-a-flat. NOPE!
I began wondering how in the world I was going to get to work.

I called Stewart---on the train--no answer.
I called my neighbor Jill's husband--Chris---no answer.
I called my friend Lysa--no answer.
My two other neighbors weren't home.

I am standing in the front yard, eyes starting to overflow with tears when I hear someone putting out their trash in the back yard. I ran around the corner probably looking totally like a crazed woman. A woman was putting out her trash. By this time desperation had set in. I asked her if she could give me a ride to the train station. My guess is that she was afraid to say no for fear this crazed red-headed woman would totally lose it. She kindly agreed to take me to the station.

Here's the power of God.
*This woman (Carla) normally works morning hours but was going in later to her job for computer training.
*This woman normally doesn't take out the trash but she was checking to see if her husband had. And he hadn't. So she was taking out the recycling ---hence the sound of tin cans.
*This woman was a gift from God sent to me in my time of distress.The tin cans I heard were the sounds of angel's wings.
*Carla attended church where one of the other counselors in my office attends church.

This was definitely a GOD thing.

Praise you father for loving me and for taking care of my EVERY NEED!

Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress.
Psalm 107:3

Crazy dachshunds and pool

2007-08-04T18:05:00.000-06:00

Praise Music

2007-08-03T13:46:00.001-06:00

Praise music is wonderful. I love good, solid, moving praise and worship music. I (along with most of the world's population) hate to clean house. BUT I am glad to say that Praise music at least makes it tolerable. While I am dusting ( my least favorite) or cleaning toilees....at least my heart and mind can be steadfast on God.
Praise you Lord.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.....tat-tat-tat......

2007-07-25T13:17:00.000-06:00

I never in a million years thought I would be praising the Lord for rats...but I am.
My mom called this morning saying an exterminator was coming to check out these chewing noises in her wall. She had found evidence of chewing. As we all know termite treatments aren't cheap. Immediately the Gilmore Girls episode came to mind where their whole house was tented for termites. But it turned out it was only Mr. Rat having a five course meal of wood. YUM!

Update on Sam

2007-07-23T14:11:00.000-06:00

I went to visit Sam today at the Veterninary Surgical Hospital. She didn't act very enthusiastic to see me. BUT, whenever I went to leave, she did get upset and cry to go with me. She can't come home until she pees by herself (without her bladder being massaged). HOWEVER, while I was holding her and talking to her, she did pee just a little on me. The Dr. told me she was a superstar because she is already walking some on her own. The surgery was less than 48 hrs ago.

You go Sam!

Life...

2007-07-22T15:57:00.001-06:00

Click to play | Make your own Smilebox

Grateful for.......

2007-07-22T15:28:00.001-06:00

Today I am grateful for......
1. God ---for the ultimate sacrifice of his only son for our lives.
2. Encouraging words.
3. Sam's good prognosis after her back surgery.
4. A couple of more weeks before returning to work.
5. My husband for mowing the yard, weed eating, trimming some bushes, AND cleaning the pool. Thanks Stewart!
6. True friends.

Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy? Let him sing songs of praise
James 5:13

Another one......

2007-07-21T20:06:00.000-06:00

Sam is our red dachshund that we adopted in 2005. She has some annoying but funny habits.

1. She loves to lick, lick, lick, my skin. She won't lick Stewart's legs...just mine. Maybe it is the smooth skin or of course---I am just sweeter.
2. She loves to run and chase squeaky toys. She has this one favorite squeaky toy in the form of a bone in leopard print. So cute! She will run and get it and bring it to you to toss for her to run after.
3. She hates being dressed up (see above picture). Whenever clothes are placed on her, she will go as still and stiff as a statue until you take the clothes off.
4. She loves her burrow bed. This is a pocket like pillow that she curls up in and sleeps. Anyone getting near it gets a fierce growl from Samantha.
5. She loves and adores people. My neighbors children ---Grace and Joe----call her a rock star....because she always attracts such attention.

Today she is having a herniated disc repaired----even as I am typing. I am hoping that all goes well. Poor Sam---I miss the licking already.

Fingerprints

2007-07-18T15:25:00.000-06:00

November 2006 found me and my friend Jill and her daughter Grace doing a little garage sale bargain hunting. Grace is the cutest little thing (4 yrs old) and says anything that comes to her mind. We took my car and stopped at many sales, consequently getting in and out of the car many, many times. It wasn't until later when my husband and I were going somewhere later that day that he noticed the tiny fingerprints left on the car window. It was clear evidence that someone had been there---someone other than the normal passengers.

We know from the book of Genesis about creation. It tells us that God formed us. He fashioned us after his own image. Physical attributes can be telling about a person; red hair, body type, mannerisms, and even fingerprints. BUT what about our hearts? Would someone be able to see God's fingerprints on my heart? His stamp? Would my heart show God's love? Not the anger and bitterness that can build in our hearts causing love to be slowly squeezed out.

Lord,
I pray that everyday my life is such that people can see YOU. Thank you for the gift of eternal life. Thank you for your grace.

A New Covenant

2007-06-21T13:01:00.000-06:00

I have been learning about the covenant God made with Abram. As a child in church, you really only learned the bare and basic facts about these wonderful men in the Old Testament. Studying about the covenant between God and Abram has posed this question for me? What covenant does God want to make with me?

New Floors

2007-06-15T13:32:00.001-06:00

Woo-hoo
New floors this weekend!
I can't wait to get my house back in order!

Ducks, Snakes, and other assorted creatures

2007-06-11T12:01:00.000-06:00

June 2007--Big Babies

June 2007 Big Babies

May 2007 Wee little cuddly babies

May 2007 Wee little cuddly babies

This spring we have had distinguished visitors to our backyard...almost a wildlife preserve if you will.
We have had a whole duck family...mom, 2 dads, and five cute little ducklings. Only now the ducklings are big and no longer warm and fuzzy creatures, but annoying, pooping ones. They have left our pool with a huge mess...lots of poo to clean up. Oh yes and don't forget the smell. I have tried everything, even plstic snakes in the pool. I guess they just love the posh accomodations at Hotel Hueston.
We also had a cardinal's nest in our rose bush. There were three babies that were hatched. One didn't make it. I guess the rest flew off into the wild blue yonder.

While I am a big nature,animal lover myself, duck poo is getting very old.

It was on a .............

2007-06-11T11:34:00.000-06:00

Driving to and from church camp, we used to sing a song that goes something like this...

It was on a Monday that somebody touched me.
It was on a Monday that somebody touched me.
It was on a Monday that somebody touched me.
Must have been the hand of the Lord.

We would go through each day of the week and raise our hands as to the day we remember asking Jesus to be our Lord.

This past Sunday we sang that song in church. Boy had it been a LONG time. It is always a humbling experience to be reminded of what he did JUST FOR ME.

When is your day?

Papaw Cox

2007-04-08T17:37:00.000-06:00

Papaw Cox was a man of few words. A man who called me "sister-girl" and who loved his grandchildren greatly. He has been gone many years, but I found this old picture of me and my cousin Kristy with him. Does he look thrilled or what?

Imprinting

2007-04-08T17:31:00.000-06:00

Does anyone have a someone (family, friends, co-workers) in your life who is in desperate need of a heart transplant? Do you ever want to take the Bible and hold it against them and pray for diving imprinting? Frustration and anger are two emotions that take over when you are praying desperately for someone you care about to remove wordly blindness from their eyes and pray for the healing rain of the Word of God to soften their dry brittle hearts.
I never want to judge in any way. I just desperately pray for them to know God's peace, love, and grace!

To Bree or not to Bree?

2007-03-19T20:45:00.001-06:00

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

Humpty Dumpty

2007-03-14T18:16:00.000-06:00

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses,

and all the king's men,

Couldn't put Humpty back together again.

I can relate to poor ol' Humpty. You are traveling through life striving to seek God's will and walk with him on a daily basis. You feel the need to rest so you take a break...maybe to sit on a wall. All of a sudden, you find yourself falling off the wall into a pit (thanks Beth Moore for helping us to see our pits). However you got there at this point doesn't matter, you just need help getting out. Everyone seems to want to help (your friends, family, the king's men) but ulimately Humpty can't be put together again without the help of the greatest King of Kings--Jesus Christ our Lord.

Thank your Lord for reaching down to rescue us from our pits. I get goosebumps knowing that you delight in me---poor, pitiful, broken into pieces me. Your love amazes me every day.

Touchdown!

2007-03-14T18:01:00.000-06:00

We had a guest speaker Sunday morning for church. He presented an interesting analogy. Church like football??? He said our church services are like being in a huddle. We get our game plan together, get pumped up, and go forth to score against the enemy. I love it. Does that mean we should let God be the quarterback of our lives? Lead us? Trust that the game plan he wants is best for us, even when we think differently?
I absolutely love the fact that he can help us in scoring a touchdown against the enemy. AND we must not forget our equipment...shield, sword, breastplate.

Kade's b-day party

2007-01-03T09:46:00.000-06:00

One of my nephews had his third b-day party. It was a dress-up/costume party. My husband went as G.I. Joe. I think all the kiddos had a great time.

Kade and Stewart

2006-12-26T09:01:00.000-06:00

My Mom holding Lucy. One of the rare moments that Lucy isn't barking for you to put away the camera. You can just bring the camera out of it's case and she starts barking.

Hole Diggin'---

2006-12-20T18:41:00.000-06:00

Anyone else out there an expert at hole diggin' besides me and Lil' Ricky?

Frist semester ends.

2006-12-20T18:36:00.000-06:00

YEAH!
First semester has ended for the school year 2006-07. I like working with the students, but as a high school guidance counselor, there is so much more involved. I love this story of one of my seniors who I have been working with to come up with an after high school plan. He came to see me one day and plopped himself in the chair in front of my desk with a big sigh.
He said I am tired of thinking about what I want to do with my life so this is what I have finally decided. I want to be one of those people who have people come to see them and lie on the couch and talk about their problems. PRICELESS!

Goodbye to Daniel

2006-12-20T18:31:00.000-06:00

I have come to the end of this amazing study of the book of Daniel. I have learned so much about integrity, living in modern Babylon, and prophesy. How fascinating and true that what God says he is going to do...He REALLY will do. I feel like I have the example of many people through the book of Daniel---Daniel himself, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, King Neb, and the other Babylonian kings that followed. I pray I will not forget these lessons learned by this study but will have them seared on my heart and brain. Thanks Beth for having us commit TO LEARN!

And a fun time was had by all...

2006-12-20T18:20:00.000-06:00

It is always good to get together with friends. The holidays provide the best reason to do so.

I met with my friends Christi and Donna. Donna and I go way back--those good ol' JBC days. Christi, -- I happened to meet through Donna.

Here we playiing with my new digital camera.

C, K, and D.

Four legged children.

2006-12-09T10:03:00.000-06:00

Let me introduce you to our wonderful four legged children. Pancho and Belle (black/tan) are litter mates and Samantha (the red one ) is adopted. It is wonderful to come home to these awesome doxies.

This is Belle guarding her fuzzy bone shaped toy.

Pancho gazing adoringly at me as if to say "Mom, I love you".

Samantha loves to rub noses. Here she is with Stewart.

Blog Title

2006-12-09T08:50:00.000-06:00

I have the greatest friends in the world.Those who know me know that any creative idea that I have is not my own, but one of my friends. Thus...the title for my blog page. The suggestion of using my last name (Hueston-pronounced like the Texas city) and the famous space exploration words is brilliant. Very creative don't you think?
Kudos to my awesome friends.

Giving thanks...

2006-11-26T12:27:00.001-06:00

The pastor's sermon today was about "Giving thanks even if you don't feel like it". What a great reminder to me about valleys and mountains in our Christian walk. Tough Times are when we need to praise and worship him the most because he is in control. Total absolute control! Praise you Father.