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This one won't have any great pictures along with it... I'll explain later...



Our weekend started off great. We had a wonderful, relaxed Friday date night in. Saturday morning we got up and went to Jude's and were able to meet with a wonderful loving couple who is going to lead our small group. Poppy and Evelyn are just precious and I can't wait to get to know them even more. After Jude's we went to Atwoods to pick up a few more things for the electric fence. When we got home Andrew busied himself with the fence and I was inside doing Saturday stuff... mostly being lazy. I went out to trick Cami to falling into the fence (to make sure it worked and she knew not to go near the thing!!) well... we both fell into it... and ... IT WORKS!! Dangit!!
We spent the rest of the day being lazy, cleaning up the house, watching football... nothing too exciting. We went to bed that night with Sunday morning on our minds. We just love going to our church and seeing all our friends.
However, as I was getting ready to leave I realized I had left my purse in the car. This is very unlike me. "STUPID!!" I thought to myself. I ran outside to put my coffee in the cup holder and to grab my lip gloss when I realized the contents of our glove box were all over the front seat. Then I realized the big black purse I was expecting to find in the floorboard ... wasn't there.



 I panicked... Andrew panicked... I cried... Andrew panicked. First thing first... cancel that debit card!! Luckily the hoodlums hadn't used it yet. 2nd think about everything that was in that purse... here is what the list looks like...

• Very cute purse (black, held everything in the world)
• Very cute green wallet
• Debit card
• Social Security Card - YUP... MORON!!
• License
• Insurance Cards
• Receipts
• Change
• Bible - my brand new with my married name on it Bible that I LOVED!!
• Calendar - if you know me you know my world is falling apart. That calendar was my GO TO for everything.
• A very cute bag that held all my cosmetics (bath and bodywork's dark kiss lip gloss, various other lip glosses, nail file, mirror...)
• The final 10 + thank you cards that I had written from the wedding.
• Some VERY important meds...  you know the kind that keep you from having babies... VERY VERY important to these Schumachers right now!
• Big full bottle of midol
• Big full bottle of Ibuprofen
• My favorite pen ever
• Pictures of me and my love from before we were married
• Our camera... our beloved camera... I loved that thing! (still do... camera if you are out there... come back home... please.)

Like I said... this purse held everything. I purposefully was hanging on to this thing thinking "this will be a great mommy bag... it will hold everything that a diaper bag will!" oh well!



Here is my conclusion...
I am not mad at the creepos that did this. I'm frustrated with myself for not being more careful. I'm praying for the hoodlums and hoping that they read the Bible and found some good verses that I KNOW I had marked.
My pride is taking a blow... big time these days... this was just another hit.
God is working on me pretty dramatically in these first few months of marriage. I was proud of myself for not ever once getting mad at the bad guys. However, for realizing that the initial mistake was mine. I will continue to pray for them as I run around all week trying to replace all my valuables. I hope that someday I run across them and can tell them I forgive them.
Just because I'm not made, however, doesn't mean I'm not nervous. There was a storm here last night, a big huge storm with glorious rolling thunder booms! It was majestic to say the least. However, it did not help me sleep like it usually does. It only made me jumpy. I heard everything in the house. I dreamed about shadows lurking around. I'm gonna keep praying... God has taken fear away from me before ... and I'm not going to let this hang around me this time.
To top off this weekend I spilt coffee on the console of  my car this morning and I'm not talking a little dribble... half the full mug... in the cup holder. The day started off rough, however... I'm finding reasons to Praise my King!! I will rejoice in my frustration. I will NOT let satan get me down!!

I hope each of you have a great week!!

lessons learned...

For my last semester in college (a student teaching internship) I came back home to Midland. This is where I had grown up and where I swore I would NEVER live again. However, God had other plans and knew what was best for me.
When I moved back home, I moved in to the old room I had before college, (and during on random weekends- used mostly for catching up on sleep.) I loved my house. I loved being home... for a season. It was during this season that I learned many life long lessons that I will never forget. I thought I would take a minute today to share some of them.


Lesson 1: Look around... don't be spontaneous
I began my teaching career in January of 2006. The weather was beautiful. I was turning 23. I still lived with mom and dad but, hey - they were letting me. One day I got a wild hair that I needed to own something of my own. I was SO dependent on them for so much that I wanted freedom (ironic how it is not even close to freedom now)! So I decided to sell the 2000 Honda that they had given me in college for a new car. I looked... I wish I could say long and hard but I can't... I looked for about a week. Saw a PT Cruiser in the paper for $9,000!! Dude - That's totally doable I thought! SO I sold my Honda to a family friend who gave it to their daughter who was going off to college at the time. She loved it ... she is STILL driving it in Louisiana. STINKER!! Anyways... no bitterness here. I sold my Honda, took out a loan for the rest and bought this beautiful, shiny, silver with a sunroof PT Cruiser. Prior to making this decision I received many bits of advice that sounded something like this "Heather, only people over 50 drive PT Cruisers!" "Heather, Your Honda is fantastic, it has room, its in good shape!!" "Heather, there is nothing cool about a PT Cruiser!" "Heather, you will look like a dork driving that car!" And from my dad "Heather, I wouldn't do this if I were you!" But alas, he wasn't me... And I was ready to make my own decisions! So by golly I bought myself a Shiny Silver with a Sunroof PT CRUISER. The car has now been dubbed the "looser cruiser!" We are driving it. It is our family car. Andrew hates it, I hate it. (Actually I hated it about 3 weeks after I got it!) So now the lesson I have learned is to be happy with what you have! Be grateful for what is given to you.


Lesson 2: It is not about WHO I am but about WHO's I am
When I came back home from college a very sweet lady took me in under her wing. Why she picked me I'm not sure. But we had many many conversations at Starbucks over coffee. Some would last hours and hours. She would listen to me pour out my heart and all the burdens that I was struggling with (and there were lots back then) and she would just listen. Sit and listen... and then she would advise me. She would lead me in the direction I needed to go. Not though her words, but though God's. One bit of advice that I have carried with me all these years is "it is not about who I am, it is about WHO's I am!!" So today as I was thinking about this I thought Who am I? I am Heather, I am 26, I am a wife, I am a friend, I am an employee, I am a teacher, I am a listener, I am a cooker, I am a cleaner (most days), I am a talker, I am a singer (didn't say good) and I am a reader... those are just a few things that I am. However, the single most important thing about me is that I am a Child of God's! He looks down on me, despite what I have done, or will do, and he calls me HIS! He takes pride in ME! ME!! Some days I just can't grasp that. Why would the Creator of the Universe care about ME? He must have so much to deal with... but yet he cares about me. Unbelievable.... but yet so very real!


Lesson 3: 'Honor your father and your mother.'
As I moved back home I had a hard time transitioning into having authority again. I went to college for 4 years, and 1 of those lived on my own with out anyone but my dog. However, God knowing what I needed to hear had my pastor speak truth to me one Sunday at church with one of his sermons. He said that regardless of our age or our living situation we are to honor our mother and father. That means that I keep my actions clean, and pure so that they are seen in a good light. I'll be the first one to admit that my parents and I see things in a different light. They have chosen to not drink at all and I have decided that it is ok to have a drink occasionally. They don't feel it is necessary to drive with loud obnoxious music blaring out the open windows of their car, however, I feel like this is the most relaxing thing. They keep their house clean, picked up and presentable at all times, I however kept my room in a wreck. (Not as bad as high school) but it was far from "clean"! I'm not saying that I did a 180 and lived up to my parents standards. There were several times where I was out with friends or listening to a song that was not appropriate that (after it was all over) I was mortified and hoped that my parents friends hadn't seen me. Or I prayed on days that I left my room a wreck that I at least remembered to shut the door in case someone stopped by.


Through all of this newlywed stuff I am learning to honor my parents in different ways. One way that is a struggle for me is by really, truly listening to them. When they offer advice to the hubs and I ... to really stop and listen. When I am cleaning my house it is to my mom's standard. I think to myself "if momma walks in here will she feel comfortable?" If I'm thinking about making a decision that is big I think "is this how momma and daddy became the people that they are?" I want so badly to be as respected as my parents are by their friends. Not only because of their actions but because of their marriage. They are head over heals in love with each other and everyone knows it! Its quite disgusting in a really sweet way.
 I'm sure as time goes by and my relationship with momma and daddy changes so will the way that I honor them. I'm sure it will look different as we move into having a family in a few years. Honestly, I can't wait to see where it goes.


God has brought me a long way from that silly little girl that came back "home" all those years ago. It wasn't THAT long ago, however... with the many lessons learned, (and yes there are more than just 3) it seems like years ago.
So as I go forth and try to look around, remember WHO's I am and honor my father and mother... I pray that I do so with conviction and the integrity that comes with following Christ.