February in reverse

In our young adult class at church, we have been talking about money managment. Last week we discussed the importance of saving for provision, but not for protection. It is good to save, not good to hoard. God is our Provider and Protector, not money. Dave is looking toward his last year at LBC and we are praying for God to provide an opportunity for full-time worship ministry when he's done. That isn't very financially dependable though - churches can't usually pay much, and health insurance is hard to come by in ministry. I always thought he'd work at DaVita, at least part time, which would provide our insurance and some steady income, and then he could pursue ministry and if God so plans, get paid for that too. Well, no more DaVita to "provide" for us and suddenly the truth of my heart is revealed.

We are praying he'll find another job soon. Trusting that God has a plan. We should be ok for a little while - changing up our budget, spending less, hanging on to money that we were going to use to pay off debt and using it to pay some of our future monthly bills...but what if it takes awhile? What if He waits until all that money has run out too? Do I trust Him to provide? My first response - of course! He's met our needs and wants before, He'll surely meet our needs now. But we still have money in our bank account. It's easy to trust when I don't actually have to live it. So we're praying He provides a job before it gets to the "end" of what we have...and praying if we do get there, that I'm ready to put my trust in action.

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Ryan and Dave LOVE Fuddrucker's. Every time the Harvey's come out to Lancaster, we eat there together. I guess having Ryan's parents in town made for an occasion special enough to warrant the 1 lb. burger.


This is Dave's 1 lb. burger next to my 1/3 lb. burger.

















The men are so happy with their burgers and ready to dig in.


















The first bite.


















The last bite.


















The end.


















The final score:

Dave: Winner. He ate it all! (apparently a victory from a man's point of view.)

Mr. Harvey: Runner-up. He ate till he was sick. Two bites left.

Ryan: Last. He ate half. (we blame it on all the extra sauce *see above*, he says his lunch was too big so he wasn't empty enough for dinner.)

There was a lot of laughing during this meal...and Bethany and I are hoping this experience was enough to deter future begging for the one pounder. :-D

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Dave's surprise Valentine's date for me was so fun this year I have to share, even though I don't have pictures to show for it. He took me to dinner at the Revere Tavern - it was so nice, romantic and delicious! We followed that up with some ice cream at Carmen and David's Creamery - this is such a treat because it is incredibly delicious (their homemade ice cream gets an A+ and pretzel cones are just the best) but also pretty pricey. We ended the night with Driving Miss Daisy at the Fulton Opera House. We have seen quite a few shows there, and this was by far my favorite. The play is great and the cast was outstanding. Thank you, husband, for such a fun night!!! You are my favorite ;-)

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Snow. That pretty much sums up the beginning of February. Snowpocalypse. Snowmageddon. You get the idea.

Well, ok. Maybe there is more of a story. As you know, our trash goes out Tuesday night for pickup Wednesday morning. Well, they were calling for lots of snow Tuesday night, but only a couple inches had come down by the evening and if the garbage truck was going to come Wednesday morning, our trash was going to be picked up! With our bathroom renovation on top of our normal weekly trash, we were not taking any chances on missing the opportunity to get rid of it. Out to the curb it goes, only to wake up Wednesday morning covered in snow. And it kept snowing. And they plowed. And it snowed. And two feet of snow times the width of the road being plowed over to our curb equals our garbage completely buried. And that's where it stayed until I could dig it out a week later. Embarassing, I know. I have the worst luck with our garbage.


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