The weather is sure a lot different than the last time I blogged. I now am wearing flannel pajamas, wrapped in a blanket, and the ground is sparkling with frost. Winter is officially making its entrance in to the Tri Cities. I can not believe that it is already the end of October. Where does time go? Brock and I just realized that we have almost been married 5 months. What?!
We have so been enjoying the married life. I guess the saying, "time flies when you are having fun", has a lot of truth to it!
When Brock read my first post the one and only thing he had to say after reading it was, " You didn't say anything about Bentley!" SO, without further delay, I better introduce you to our kitty, son, baby, and terror Bentley Ingman (and yes he does have a couple extra fingers).
He could possibly be the most spoiled kitty I know. We have already had a night of staying up with him cause he was sick, put up posters from him running away for two days, and I even got the opportunity to participate in his neutering surgery with Grandpa Ingman. You could say we are a little attached. :) Yes. We are the couple that takes him on road trips with us.
I have been having such a blast with this new adventure I am on. It is so obvious that God's hand is at work in it because I have been doing so much growing. It has been so hard but so beautiful. It is so sweet to only begin to understand what marriage means. I am so thankful for Brock, who has gone above and beyond my expectations of what I thought my husband would be like. We are having so much fun growing together in the good times and bad.
With my free time (whenever that is), I have been enjoying learning to cook, organizing the house, and decorating! Do I sound like a housewife or what? Who knew it took so long to fill a house. Here are a couple pictures of my progress.
We still have a long ways to go, but we are having so much fun making it feel like a home. We ate our dinners on the floor the first three weeks, so we are feeling very thankful for furniture! :) I will keep the decorating status updated on here.
Recently I was reading an article on a man who was driving down a highway and his steering wheel suddenly popped off. This left him completely as a victim to his car. As the article continued, he talked about how completely helpless he felt. Feeling so frustrated that there was literally nothing he could do, he had to sit back and see where his ride was taking him. Although his car did end up crashing, he ended up with barely a scratch.
Lately, I can so relate to this man's feelings. God has made it so apparent in my life that I MUST rely on him.
At the end of Genesis, God chooses a small group of people to become his teaching nation and to be living examples. In order to shape them, God took these people to places that were beyond their control. Isolating Israel in the wilderness, they could only look to Him to be their source of life and to provide for their every need.
Like Israel who had no control over their survival, I have had no control over my own life. The more I have tried to steer life in the direction I think it should go, the more God shows me that my steering wheel is meant to be His. However, I am so thankful that he does this. When I allow him to take control of my life, I am reminded of the sweet peace, satisfaction, and protection that he gives me. Unfortunately, there are things in my life that my hands like to cling on to. Little by little, God helps me pry open a finger one at a time until my hands are wide open, available for him to take and do whatever.
Living in this new city and not knowing anyone has been so challenging in a lot of ways. I also am trying to learn this new role of being a wife and owning a home. These last five months have been full of surprises, good and bad. I have seen how God has blessed my life in so many ways and also where he has forced me to learn and grow from hard times.
It is completely obvious that God knows what he is doing. So, Jesus, my steering wheel is your steering wheel! Where are we going? :)
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