A little testimony... a little warning...

I'm going to start with the warning...

This morning I went out to my car to realize someone has gone through it. Admittedly, I had left my car unlocked (to those who know me know that this is not unusual). I didn't see anything missing so I just chalked it up to some trouble making kid who didn't find anything to steal from me.

Then I noticed Justin's car door open. That is weird. Apparently Justin had left his doors unlocked as well. This is very unusual. He is always harping on me to keep my doors locked. So I look in his car and they have stolen our GPS. Now that the shock and awe is over... it was an old as hell GPS. The maps have never been updated and it looked like a mini-old tube tv. If he pawned it, he might have gotten $50. I feel like that is a HUGE stretch.

So I left for work and thought little else about it. Until my husband called me. The first thing he said to me was this, "I think I'm going to buy a gun."

This is from my very straight laced husband who has been vehemently against having a gun in the house from day one. So my thought was, "What the hell happened?"

Apparently after I left for work, Justin laid back down in bed. He said the dog suddenly lost his schmidt and was barking like a maniac. So Justin looked out the window to see a man in a black SUV pointing a garage door opener at our garage and clicking it like a mad man.

It is at this point my blood pressure took a dangerous spike.

See this makes me thankful that our garage door opener has been broken for MONTHS and we just never got it fixed. So he wasn't able to get the garage door to open, he got frustrated and left.

But my husband WAS HOME. The car was very obviously parked in the driveway. The robber should know that seeing as he had already familiarized himself with said car.

Justin made a police report and all should be well in the world. But I pray that God puts some sense in to that poor man's head because as I said on Facebook... he isn't ready for my kind of crazy. I protect my family like a mama bear protects her cubs. Temporary moment of insanity won't even begin to cover it.

But on a happier note...

My mom is in molecular remission which means YAY!

We've been really stressed lately because when she would get her blood tested over the last several months, her cancer markers were slowly rising. Actually, they were doubling every 3 months. In general, that means she was coming out of remission. If that were to happen she would have to switch her medicine to this wicked one that's side effects are horrible (note: sudden death).

So we got her on every prayer chain from here to Brazil and Africa (no really... there was one in both). Because here is my testimony: God wants us to be healthy. He does not want us to have cancer. For anyone out there struggling with this, God didn't do that to you. It is in the Bible over and over again about how God is our Healer, he wants us to be healthy, he wants us to prosper. The devil... he is the one that wants us to suffer. Struggling with cancer? Thank the dark lord of the underworld. He did that.

But guess who heals us? God! That's who. Healing is ours to claim. And we have to be open to healing in however way it comes. When mom was going through this, I had to repeat over and over again that this wasn't necessarily bad news. Maybe this was His way of getting her on a better medicine that would heal her for good. Or maybe this was a test in faith and He was going to heal her for good with the medicine now. There were still so many options.

And then she got her blood work back and she had ZERO markers in her blood. ZERO. NADA. ZILCH.

That means odds are way in our favor now that she is cured for good!

Take that Satan! In your face you whiny, sniveling, little bitch. My momma is healed and my house is still safe. And now I'm gonna be armed for the next thing you send our way. Because my Jesus can and will kick your ass any time... any day.

Thursday,

Bring it on.