So, I am always being asked about how Met Lance and how i went from IL to HI to SC. Here it goes. (I would say enjoy, but, It's more like take a deep breath.)
When I was 15 I left Cherry, IL to move to HI. Why? I was bored and that is a dead end place.
I finished Highschool in 2003 and then decided to go to work at the Home Depot. I worked there for a year and a half before I met my hero and love of my life, Lance.
So, Friday July 23, 2004, I was covering for his dept head. Little did I know it was because he was showing Lance around. When they walked up to me Jeff (dept head) introduced us and that's when it happened. And let me tell you I'm a loud mouthed, crazy, wild, bubbly, person. I always have something to say. Don't most women?
Well Lance leaned down, he was blushing I might add, and said "Hey, How you doin?"
I was speechless. All I could do was smile and blush. For the record, girls with dark skin do blush and you can tell. LOL
Ok, so that was Friday. I couldn't handle it. I had to keep peeking at him and everytime I did I blushed and smile that stupid smile and so was he!
Saturday came by to help in his dept, which was paint , and I got to talking with another coworker. She told methat Lance wanted to ask me out but he probably wouldn't because he was too shy. I said "oh really, watch this!" She of course freaked out and didn't know what I was going to do. I walked up to Lance and waited for him to finish with his customer and then i asked his out right there in front of everyone. And, thank God he said yes.
Sunday, I was working in his dept when i said that i couldn't wait to go out with him and then he said "Well I should just take you home tonight?" I really thought he was kidding. But sure enough when i was just about to get off, there he was waiting. I was shocked. I did go home with him and we were pregnant that Nov, engaged by Dec, married in May, and a family of 3 by June.
Then we decided to move before Kanoa was 2. We left Feb 28, 07 to move here to Marion SC.
We now have another crazy baby, Keawe. We're living for the Lord and are living happily ever after.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
My sister Jamie took this picture of one of her flowers in Hawaii.
Pua in part of my Hawaiian middle name, Pualani.
It means heavenly flower. Red has never been my color, but, I was going for flashy! LOL
This is going to be my calling card. I've recently had the opportunity to create a slide show for a memorial service for our Preacher Bill Jacobs. I never knew him but, he was an amazing person. The entire time I was putting this project together, I could definately feel the divine inspiration. the children of Preacher Bill said that I captured his spirit. It was so much fun.
I have had many others come up to me and ask for me to make Dvd's for them as well.
How blessed am I? I cannot wait.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
PRAYER CHANGES THINGS.
I'VE HAD MY HAND OVER MY CUP OF LIFE RECENTLY.
MY EYES, THEY BEEN ALLOWED TO FALL TO THE GROUND.
AND, AS I CHILDISHLY SHUFFLE MY FEET AND KICK THE DIRT
I REALIZE THAT THE DIRT AT MY FEET WAS GIVEN THE BREATH OF
THAT WHICH I AM TAKING FOR GRANTED.
Where God has been working in my life and showing me the things I try to hide
and turn away from, I haven't allowed Him to bless.
When my hands should have been thrown up in praise, then found themselves
tied by shame, pride, pity, and disobediance at my side.
Why it has taken a month for me to realize the obvious, I can't really explain.
When I have no one. I have my Heavenly Father, who has created the very
tears I cry, the breath that is wasted whining, and the voice He intends for me to
use for His glory.
Writing this at this hour is my way of saying to myself;
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING...
I'll make it right tonight.
MY EYES, THEY BEEN ALLOWED TO FALL TO THE GROUND.
AND, AS I CHILDISHLY SHUFFLE MY FEET AND KICK THE DIRT
I REALIZE THAT THE DIRT AT MY FEET WAS GIVEN THE BREATH OF
THAT WHICH I AM TAKING FOR GRANTED.
Where God has been working in my life and showing me the things I try to hide
and turn away from, I haven't allowed Him to bless.
When my hands should have been thrown up in praise, then found themselves
tied by shame, pride, pity, and disobediance at my side.
Why it has taken a month for me to realize the obvious, I can't really explain.
When I have no one. I have my Heavenly Father, who has created the very
tears I cry, the breath that is wasted whining, and the voice He intends for me to
use for His glory.
Writing this at this hour is my way of saying to myself;
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING...
I'll make it right tonight.
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