Good Morning Xangaland!


Just hanging out today working on getting some work done around here…  Here is my list of things to do in the next week!




  • Write weight loss article


  • Work on Taxes


  • Work on two pencil drawings for later in the month of February


  • Dinner at Mom’s house for my sisters birthday


  • Start getting ready for the Super Bowl party on Sunday


  • Clean fish tank


  • Work on blankets


  • Worship practice Wednesday night


  • Bead night Thursday night


  • Clean house


  • Laundry


  • Pack for trip

Oh hey do you guys know about that?  I don’t think I’ve told you…. Well on Monday the 6th Ryan and I are heading out of town.  We are taking our annual camping trip with my grandparents and this year we are heading out to Alamo Lake…. as in Remember the Alamo (see story # 9 on the left for details.)  We will be gone until Saturday the 11th.  I’ll be bringing lots of pictures back!  So on top of getting ready for a Super Bowl party Sunday we have to be ready to hit the road at dawn the next day!  Well maybe not quite dawn….lol. 


I also should let you know that it looks like Ryan and I will know where we’re going if we’re going within as little as two weeks.  He got paperwork yesterday that gave him a bunch of stuff he had to do and then turn in so that they could assign him.  They told him that we should have orders at the latest two weeks from now… so in as little as two weeks right?  lol  So I guess I should tell you where we may be going right?  So here they are in no particular order because I can’t remember the order right now…




  • Luke AFB in Phoenix, Arizona  (Rumor is not available.) 


  • Malmstrom AFB in Great Falls, Montana


  • Schriever AFB in Colorado Springs, Colorado


  • F.E. Warren AFB in Cheyenne, Wyoming


  • Fairchild AFB in Spokane, Washington


  • Mountain Home AFB in Mountain Home Idaho


  • Mchord AFB in Tacoma, Washington  (Not available)


  • Hill AFB in Ogden Utah  (Not available)

Well there you go.  We will know soon, who knows we may be coming to a city near you! I better get going I have a lot to do today! But first…..


 


HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY SISTER REBECCA!



 


Song of the day?  Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle.  


Just for her!


*EDIT*


Sorry it does this little hitchy thing in the begining nothing I can do but the rest of the song is golden!


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Courtney

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Patience

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Just realized I forgot the best part of this.  This is a true story though I’m ashamed to admit it and it was not thought out before hand.  I’m a terrible public speaker and the pastor was asking for volunteers.  After three people had gone and done an amazing job I realized I needed to get it over with now!  So I jumped up and said,


 


“I’m going next, I can’t stand to sit here any more and listen to all these good talks.  I just need to get it over with!” 


 


He turns to me and says,


 


“Okay, which one are you doing Courtney?”


 


I look at him and say,


 


“Patience.”


 


The whole room erupts in laughter.  It took me a minute.


 


Talk about an ice breaker.


 


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Good Morning Xangaland!


 


Yesterday was a fun day at church…  Nine of us were asked to present a short talk on one of the nine fruits of the Spirit.  It was supposed to be between three and four minutes long and encompass the definition of the word, the Greek and Hebrew roots of the word and the Strong’s.  It was a lot of fun!  So I thought I would share my part in it with you.


 


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Patience


 


I choose patience simply it is the thing I’m worst at and the thing I’m called to be the most.


 


Definition:


1. Bearing or enduring pain difficulty provocation or annoyance with calmness.


2. Tolerant understanding


3. Persevering constant


4. Capable of calmly awaiting an outcome or result not hasty or impulsive


 


Strong’s Concordance:


7663 saw-bar’ to scrutinize; by implication of watching, to expect with hope and patience: hope, tarry, view, and wait.


 


Greek Lexicon:


5278 hoop-om-en’-o to remain; figuratively, to undergo, bear trials, have fortitude, persevere:–abide, endure, take patiently, suffer, tarry.


 


Patience for me is having certainty in the fact that God will keep His promises.  The fact that my security is not based on anything I might posses or accomplish. 


 


I believe patience is the embodiment of trusting God.  Trusting Him to know and do what is best for me, to keep the promises He has made to me.  To let things in my life go that I would rather have in hand and in sight at all times and let Him do with them what He will. 


 


Some of the Bible verses that have carried me through the dark hours are:


 


Habakkuk 2:3  “For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But the end of it will speak, and it will not lie.  Though it tarries, wait for it; because it will surely come; it will not tarry.”


 


Ruth 3:18 “Then she said, ‘Sit still my daughter until you know how the matter will turn out; for the man will not rest until he has concluded the matter this day.”


 


Lamentations 3:25-26 “The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.  It is good that one should hope and wait quietly.”


 


Deuteronomy 28:7 “The Lord will cause your enemies who rise against you to be defeated before your face; they shall come out against you one way and flee before you seven ways.”


 


Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to me and I will listen to you.  And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me will all your heart.  I will be found by you says the Lord.”


 


These are verses along with many others that I have clung to when I feel like I can’t wait one more moment… I’m not a very patient person at all and most of you know this… but in my life there are many things that force me to sit still, to wait, to trust…. 


 


Just like the position that Ryan and I are in right now… We sit here with no knowledge or control over what our future will be, whether or not we will be here in six months…  We could choose to worry and fret and push against the place we are… but it would change nothing… we have to choose every day sometimes more than once to sit still and wait.  To trust God that what He’s doing is what is best for us, to have patience.


 


Or the fact that we have been barren for the last five years… it is a daily struggle to be at peace, to have joy, contentment, patience, when the one thing you long for is denied you.  But Ryan and I believe that God has a plan for our lives and that everything has a reason, even this… and we struggle to trust and to believe that God knows best….


 


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Song of the day?  Yet Will I Praise Thee.  A song from my childhood that is the embodiment of trusting God through the storm… of living the belief that He will be there no matter the circumstances.


 


Yet Will I Praise Thee


 


Verse 1:


Though the fig tree fail to blossom


And no fruit be on the vine


And the fields yield no food


I will praise thee Lord divine


 


Verse 2:


Yet will I praise thee


Even in the night


Even in the midst of the storm


Yet will I praise thee


Even in the night


Even in the midst of the storm


 


Chorus:


I will rejoice in You my Lord


I’ll joy in the God of my salvation


I will rejoice in You my Lord


My God my strength and my song


 


 


Courtney

Good Evening Xangaland!


 


I want to reintroduce to you my Godson…. Derrick Ryan… Due to the holidays, travel and just plain life on all of our parts we haven’t been able to see much of him or his parents lately.  However his momma sent me a picture of him wearing what they have lovingly dubbed “Courtney Hat” 


 


 


 


I made this baby beanie for him when I made him his blankets and now he is big enough to wear it!  His daddy says that he won’t wear any other hat.  If they try something else he cries and cries until they put Courtney Hat back on him. 


 


They have even commissioned me to make matching beanies for them so they can all wear Courtney Hat! 


 


Isn’t he just one of the cutest little boys?


 



 


He looks so much like his daddy!!!  I just can’t believe how big he’s getting already.  It is so amazing how time flies…..


 


Courtney


 


Please do read my baby boys birthday post below this one!!!

Good Morning Xangaland!


 


Today is a very special day in the Laube household!  My oldest boy has a birthday today.


 


That’s right…. Yoda Albert Laube turns nine today!


 


  


 


I can still remember the first time I saw him…  Ryan and I went to the pound six months before our wedding to pick out a dog…  We wanted to have a dog together and just couldn’t wait.  It turned out to be destiny.


 


 


 


We walked down all the aisles and looked at the small dogs because we knew we would be living in an apartment for at least that first year.   And then I saw him.  He was so shaggy and dirty.  His hair literally dragged the ground all over his body and his fur was brown with dirt.  He was way too skinny and you couldn’t even see his face.  Honestly, you couldn’t even tell he was a pure bred schnauzer but I knew.  I walked over to him and said, “Ryan this is the one!  It’s a minutre Schnauzer.”  Ryan looked at me like I was crazy and said “No it’s a poop brown sheepdog!  I don’t want that!”  I told Ryan to look closer and as he approached the cage Yoda stuck his little nose as far through the chain link as he could, so far that he couldn’t open his mouth and licked Ryan’s hand and whined… That was it.  Boy and dog bonded for life.


 


 


 


We went and asked about him and found out that he would not be released for adoption until Wednesday and I would have to come when they opened and if anyone else wanted him there would be a drawing.  On Wednesday I showed up and there was one other lady who wanted him… I was crushed, I never win anything… I put my name in the drawing and ….. I WON!  The other lady was so mad at me that she actually got in my face and said that some little teenager didn’t deserve to win against her.. I probably wouldn’t take care of him anyway and she stomped out!  I didn’t care I was so happy!


 


 


 


They led me back and let me hold him and then told me his story.


 


 


 


He was approximately three years old.  He had been abused they said, probably hit by a car at one point.  He had a bad hip and coward away from men….  They also informed me that the level of his abuse was unknown however they could tell me that I could take him home today since he did not need to be neutered.  He had already been neutered with a hot pair of scissors.  I can still remember the look on the guys face when he told me this. 


 


Who could do that to this baby?


 


 


 


Over the first few months he was in and out of the vet a lot.  He was sick and malnourished and just plain beaten down….


 


 


 


It’s now six years later… He loves Ryan more than any person on this planet.  They are inseparable and there is not even a hint of remembered abuse in the way Yoda acts around him or anyone else for that matter.  He is intelligent and loving, a complete cuddler!  He is our baby.


Today we have had him for six years and on the record he turns nine… He has a baby brother that outweights him by about 90 pounds and he is king of this mountain… It’s a bitter sweet day watching him grow older… I wish he could be here with us for always.


 


 


 


My baby boy.


 


 


 


Happy birthday.


 


Courtney

Slow Bleed

Good Morning Xangaland!


 


Over the last two months I, and many of the men and women in my prayer group have had a hard time focusing in prayer and study.  Life just seems, as always, to get in the way and things get pushed back.   We have talked about it once or twice and encouraged each other to break through and press in, but to no avail.  


 


In the midst of all of this there is fear…  So many I have talked to have struggled with an overwhelming fear, a feeling of darkness invading, of being alone..  My sister and I spoke of it yesterday.  Of how many of the warriors in our group suddenly feel as if they are standing alone on a battlefield surrounded by the enemy with no help at hand. 


 


Then yesterday as I was praying I felt something pressed upon me so urgently that it took my breath away.  Just two words,


 


Slow Bleed. 


 


I began to question and seek what exactly these two words meant in my life.  What was the impact that they were supposed to have on me?  The harder I pressed the more clear it became… 


 


I began to see, in perfect clarity, the picture of a bull just hours before a bull fight.  He was being stabbed with the traditional banderillas used in that sport.  (Traditionally the bullfighters would use these banderillas to slowly bleed the bull before the competition so that when it entered the ring it was enraged and confused but ultimatly the bull suffered a long slow death and was too weak to fight due to the loss of blood.  The Bull fighter would then finish the bull off by a well placed thrust to the heart of the bull with his sword.) 


 


I feel that God is pressing it upon me that I and so many other warriors around me, who are truly needed in this coming battle are being bled slowly.  We are being pricked and cut by the everyday things in life and are so unaware of how important it is to fight back, or are just so worn down that we feel we can not continue.  I feel that if things don’t change we will falter and fail from weakness in the coming battle.


 


Just as in any war there are daily skirmishes that must be fought.  Sometimes it is one day that turnes the tide of a war, sometimes just one moment. .   Do you see the stragedy in all of this?  To cut us off, to distract, to confuse.  To keep us from looking up to the hills from whence comes our help! 


Psalms 121:1


 


So today I cry out for an awaking of the warriors… Rise up and stand.  Fight back!


 


“Finally, my bretheren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.  Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual host of wickedness in the havenly places.” Ephesians 6:10-12


 


A friend I haven’t spoken to in quite some time got in touch with me out of nowhere yesterday in the midst of all of this.  We talked for a few minutes and then she says that she just read an awesome scripture.


 


“The Lord will cause your enemies who rise against you to be defeated before your face; they shall come out against you one way and flee before you seven.”


Deuteronomy 28:7


 


Don’t let your gaurd down and don’t give up!


 


Song of the day?  Frontline by Pillar


 


It’s not like I’m walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death
Stand beside one another, ’cause it ain’t over yet
I’d be willing to bet that if we don’t back down
You and I will be the ones that are holding the Crown in the end
When it’s over, we can say, “Well done”
But not yet, ’cause it’s only begun
So, pick up, and follow me, we’re the only ones
To fight this thing, until we’ve won
We drive on and don’t look back
It doesn’t mean we can’t learn from our past
All the things that we mighta done wrong
We could’ve been doing this all along

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We’re on the frontline

And we’ll be carrying on, until the day it doesn’t matter anymore
Step aside, you forgot what this is for
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you’ll hear my battle cry
We live our lives on the frontlines
We’re not afraid of the fast times
These days have opened up my eyes
And now, I see where the threat lies

We’ve got to lead the way


 


Courtney

Good Morning Xangaland!
Just one more day of assigned writting!
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This post is an assignment for the 
Grownups with content worth being featured blogring.
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What PERSON or CAUSE 
has made the biggest impact on your life?


Tell us about that impact…
Educate us on the Person OR Cause…
Share your experience so that we can better
know you and learn from you!



Tell us about that impact…
Educate us on the Person OR Cause…
Share your experience so that we can better
know you and learn from you!

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If I had to choose one person in my life that has made the biggest impact on me it would have to be my Father.


 



 


My father is a 31 year veteran of the Phoenix Fire Department.He is gruff and generally quiet and quite frankly doesn’t take crap from anyone….He loves John Wayne, rebuilding cars, and gadgets…


 


He has a wisdom that carries this whole family through many things.He is constantly giving us advice, trying to help each one of us live a better more fulfilling life.One of his favorite things to say is this, “Life is full of choices.”He always says that we must choose wisely because we will reap either the benefits or consequences of any choice, whether or not we want to.It sounds like such a simple thing when I write it here but in truth it is a hard thing to grasp let alone live.


 


To truly understand what my father means to me you need to know something about me… I was a… um …. A difficult child.I have heard stories that chill my blood.I wasn’t bad I was a pit bull.I wouldn’t let go of any little thing.I am told that this can sometimes be much worse than bad.I had a logical mind at that young age and I am told that I never stopped asking why, how come, how does that work, when, and so on.I didn’t do it to be obnoxious I really wanted to know… but ask yourself if that would matter much after about 7 years of non stop questions.My parents say raising me was nothing short of a battle of wills.


 


My father is, to be fair, not the most patient man that ever walked this earth… and so knowing now what I could not have known then I have come to appreciate the level of sheer self control that was required in raising me.


 


Through my life he has been there, gently prodding me in one direction or another, often times not so gently.Like any other child I thought he was nuts.He was obviously just trying to make my life difficult to make me a rat in his trap.To poke me and prod me for his own amusement.I was wrong.


 


As an adult I look back and see how each suggestion each piece of advice, and yes each command was for my benefit, not his.I look back and realize that a large part of who I am now and where I am now is due to me taking or being forced to take his advice.


 


Here I sit 25 years old, and my father is one of my best friends… There were times that neither of us thought that we would survive the other and now there is peace… More than peace, there is friendship.That is priceless.


 


Courtney


 


Song of the day?I’m leaving up the soundtrack from The Shootist as it goes perfectly with a post about my father.

Kween_of_Queens movie challenge.  As always quick on the link to read more entries like this one.


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What is the movie that you have seen that has affected you up until this very day?


THE RULES:


Give the name of the movie,  and a brief synopsis of the plot.  Tell what effect it has had on you and why you believe it has affected you this way.


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This challenge was very difficult for me.  I am of the movie generation.  Sometimes it seems as though life is made up of movies so how do I pick just one that has affected me and changed me in some way when, in reality, they all have?


However, after a lot of thought, and false starts I have.


My movie is…


John Wayne’s The Shootist



It is the last movie John Wayne did before his death in 1979.  It is a movie in which he portrayed himself.  An aging cowboy and gunslinger who finds himself becoming obsolete in this new world, and dying of cancer.  He sets out to put his affairs in order and change the world a little in the process.


  My father is a huge John Wayne fan and I will admit the torch has been passed.  I love John Wayne and am even now in the process of lighting it in my husband. I can remember watching this movie with my father when I was a girl.  I can remember it making me cry, I can remember seeing a bit of mist in my dad’s eye as we watched it together.  Even though ‘The Duke’ lived another three years, to watch this movie is to watch a legend die.


This movie taught me, at a young age, about the reality of the human races’ mortality.  The fact that we all die and nothing goes with you.    You see in this movie John Wayne has no family, no friends, no one to love him and remember him.  He dies alone.  He befriends a woman and her son shortly before his death and uses his last breath to change their lives but to them he is still anonymous.  He dies with a long life forgotten.  A lifetime of deeds that no one knows or remembers.  He dies a stranger.  This movie taught me that I didn’t want to die alone.


When I think of this movie it reminds me to be thankful for the family that surrounds me, and to never neglect the people that I love.  To never let someone slip into anonymity.


Song of the day?  Why the movie score for The Shootist of course.


Courtney