Can it be?...

Hello, yes it is true faithful followers, it is I Rhonda finally here.

I have traversed many technical adversities to get here and I'm not even sure how i did it.  I thought I did the same thing I do everytime but this time it worked.

I miss my friends.  I have decided that Blogs won't do that i need to call and catch up.  so be warned....  you may want to use your call display wisely.

I am really enjoying my experience here.  It was fairly overwhelming the first week but now it seems we've settled in nicely and made friends and are comfortable with our surroundings.  I have yet to post pictures because our house apparently is never "clean" enough for me to want to take pictures.  It is interesting how we have a billionth less stuff and it still seems to end up all over the house.  Granted it isn't stuff from Jon or my's cache.

The girls are having a great time.  Emma has yet to say "I'm bored" and we haven't brought a single toy except a backpack of craft supplies.  I do need to post a picture of the girls bedroom wall.  The twins have been doing craft pictures at school mostly every day and they are posted on their walls.  The ones today were lambs with cotton balls all over them and each one had a real bandaid on it.  Kate's was on the lamb's leg.  Madi's was over the lamb's eyes.  I don't know where she gets her humor from but she is so cute and funny.

They are into bandaids lately and we went thru our Barbie ones within a few days for a myriad of injuries (some visible and some emotional...)  each requiring something.  However those fancy bandaids don't have good stick so they truly are a waste of money.  My 150 no name ones seem to be lasting me forever...maybe it i draw barbies on them they would be a hotter commodity.

Right now I'm in the prayer room and unfortunately there is a guy? don't know who he is butchering "You are the famous one".  I'm most frustrated with the unpredictability of the worship leaders.  Some are still learning which is fine but I'd like to know that before I show up.  Oh well, the last sessions one I wasn't keen on and the second half just totally took off and took my breathe away.;

She was singing a song about Jesus the great intercessor and this line just gripped me, I still can't shake it...

It was      "Why are you crying
                 Heavily sighing
                 Come and share with me"

Isn't this a beautiful picture.  Maybe it speaks so much to me because I am a nurturer and my heart is for the one in need of care and attention.

So here is Jesus, interceding for his people and I see him and notice him crying so hard he is sighing heavily, like that's intense crying to get to that point (I guess hyperventilating didn't really go with the flow of the song)

And I sit and see his pain and reach out and ask him to share it with me.  Oh this truly grips my heart.  I'm going to need to sit with this for a while to just have it become more real and truly understand what the Lord is saying to me in this.

I think this is the first time I have ever seen myself in the position of doing something for the lord.  Of being the one to first consider his condition and concern myself with what he's concerned with.  It seems so tender I just can't look away from the picture of me leaning into this mess of a "person" who's got empty kleenex boxes littering the floor and his face is red from weeping and he's exhausted and full of sorrow and just putting a hand on his knee and looking into his eyes and asking him to share with me.  That I truly care and will sit with him even if there is nothing else I can say.  I think this is so real because I can totally visualize this.  Something i've done before but never linked to the humanity of Jesus.

Anyway, I have many posts yet to do.  I've been keeping a list of things for "such a time as this"... (that's a IHOP saying