A nest for mother hen

Many times, people have commented on the nests I build wherever I go. From work, to coffee shops, my car, and of course, home. Not really sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I create them anyhow. In the prayer room I put my awesome pink water bottle in reaching distance at my feet. My journal, I prefer, to go on the chair to the right of me. Sometimes, I will put my bag under the chair in front of me, like on an airplane, or I will put it on whatever chair is empty around me. A nest. A nest for mother hen, I guess.

Today was my Sabbath. I started by going to the local Aldi's and falling in love with how cheap everything is. And then made my way to Ben and KC Woodwards house to check out their brand new Eliana (not that they ever had an 'old' one, ha). And bad me, I forgot to take pictures. But, she truly is beautiful. Of course, I think no baby is as beautiful as Madison Renee Kohrs. :)

The rest of my day was very domestic. I cleaned. I rested. I read. I listened to podcasts...thanks Tyler for teaching me how to do that. I went to the prayer room for a while, where I apparently was seen on GodTv by an avid GodTv watcher. Weird.

My evening was spent with Elizabeth, searching random things on youtube. Yeah. We watched the intro's to The Reading Rainbow, My Little Ponies, Gummi Bears, somehow ended up watching cats walking on treadmills, and a full assortment of things. We had a good, 'oh gosh I am really tired and need to go to bed' laugh. Ha. The top picture reminds me of when I was in middle school, I hated getting up early, and my first period teacher would always catch me yawning and would yell from her desk, "Kohrs! I can see all the way down your throat!" Oh, it wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't so awkward. Haha. Elizabeth was telling me a story, and it didn't strike me as funny until I really thought about it. She was telling me about how she had gone out to eat with some people to the pancake place. Well. Sure. I know what that means, we all know what that means. Ihop. Ha. But it struck me, that only in Kansas City do you have to refer to the International House of Pancakes as the pancake place. Not Ihop. Because people might think you are weird if you talk about eating pancakes at Ihop...because you are not allowed to have food in the prayer room. It's okay if you don't think it's funny. I do.

So, there is not much to be said for today, except this cool verse I ran across in the prayer room (not that one is cooler than the other).

Psalm 46:6 "Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts."

He lifts his voice, and the earth melts? That pretty much convicted me that I have way less fear of the Lord than is required. Wow. I cannot even imagine what the earth melting would look like, and how someones breath could do it. And I get to go into His presence? Me, Katie Kohrs, gets His voice inside of me? Who is this King? St. Augustine said: "Oh that I might find my rest and peace in you! Oh that you would come into my heart and so inebriate it that I would forget my own evils and embrace my one and only good, which is you! What are you to me? Have mercy on me that I may speak. What am I to you, that you should demand to be loved by me? That you should be angry with me if I fail to love you, and should threaten me with the utmost misery? And not to love you, is not this in itself misery enough?"

His breath will not melt the souls of those that know their King loves them, and willingly love Him in return. And we can only love because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19)