Cindy Present | Get Out Girl

March 2013 I have coasted for over a year now, struggling with my purpose, finding that perfect postioning that God wants me to be in. I wish God had better signs for us when we are or aren't doing what he has called us to do. Perhaps it would be like a parking sign from God: "Reserved Parking" this is your lane, your place, your role. THIS is where I want you to be, what I am calling for you to do. People have asked why I haven't blogged in a while. Not sure other than I haven't felt 'on my game'. Sometimes it seems we are supposed to always be searching, raising the bar, striving for more (maybe that is my next entry ;-) not being satisfied with where we are. which is why I think I havnt been 'settled' and mot confident to share and write. But I have thought about my blog often. Enough that I have come back to my blog frequently just to see who I was when I wrote it, how I felt, and what was on my heart a year ago. I read old posts, relived ol

Last night was chilly, not cold, but just cool enough. Steve and I had cracked our lakeside bedroom door a couple inches to let Mother Nature chill the house to a good sleeping temperature. And it worked. I was sleeping the best I had in days...until 3:10am. A horrible, unfamiliar beeping went ballistic in our bedroom. In the dark, I rolled towards Steve, subliminally glaring, as I thought one of his watches has been set by accident and his alarm was going off. When I rolled through the covers, they lifted a smidge and to my dismay it was MY watch alarm. Oops. That was supposed to be set to 3:10 PM to remind Cade of his live lesson. Glad I didn't lash out at Steve! ;-) Many minutes later, back to sleep. Until 5:55. Steve's cell phone starts ringing. I knew his ring, so it was fine to silently glare beneath my eyelids. Off he dashed to get it. When he returned he tells me he thought it was ME calling him! When he had heard the alarm earlier he thought I had left (for some unknow