just giving a shout out to my lord and savior, whuut whuut

i am not a perfect Jesus freak. neither are you. So before you go ostracizing me for what i am about to type, just remember that.

god sometimes has to punish us to get his point across to teach us lessons in daily life, to let us know who's' boss. My step monster emailed me a few weeks back, asking me if i would go to lunch with her before i left. HA. like that was *ever* going to happen. Her excuse for doing things she doesn't want to do is "i wish i could, but gee, i am soo darn busy" So politely, i replied the same. No way i was ever going to give her any of my last minutes before i leave, that's for people who actually like me and folks i actually like being around.

this morning at exactly 2:34 the holy spirit convicted me. we church folks use that term for "that feeling you get after you tell a very bad lie, or steal something,==that just plain feeling of wrong doing, similar to a conscience. you get the idea."
I love god, but he plays mean tricks on me sometimes. Considering this is april fools day, i am not taking any chances, I'm waiting until tomorrow to actually send Diane (step monster) the email that says i have time to have lunch with her.
Although, i have this huuuuuge feeling the answer is going to be the same. God just takes the weirdest times to tell me something. seriously!!!! When i told jon what i was about to do, his initial response was "f--- that" I further went into detail regarding _why_, and told him when God speaks, i do what i am told. Who am i to deliberately disobey the big guy? Been there, done that, and boy did i suffer. However, my husband is relatively new to the lord, and being spoken to will mean something to him once it happens. Just like eeeeeveryone else who is spoken to. It takes patience to learn to listen, so it wont be long before he hears a word, as he is a veeery patient person. and a veeeeery good listener.

Off the subject though, i have to polish up my "last will and testament/advanced directive", just in case something does happen to me "over there".I've actually chosen (though he doesn't know it yet) my teeney little super guy to be my executor. Thats right, you read it correctly, no need to re read. Ive chosen my 17 year old little brother to carry out my last wishes NOT just because God told me to, but because I know In my heart of hearts that he is the most qualified. Not a grieving mother, not a distraught husband or emotional sister, my grieving brother. I was actually going to pick tara, until i was told to pick jonothan.The task might seem like an overwhelming burden, but this will keep his grieving heart pre occupied. He has issues with depression, and being occupied by being in charge of carrying out my last will . He is also most like me, and though we are equally irrational at times; we take care of business when we need to even in the most heartbreaking circumstances. He is a good care giver when forced :)