I took the kids to an extended family birthday party last night. It was a good night to let them all run, because all my kids had brought their crazy to Friday. So, us adults are standing around watching the kids run, when one family member asks me what I’ve been up to. **Now, let… Continue reading On the Blog and into Real Life
Sometimes they are down right terrible. When number 2 is all excited to be dropped off at Sunday school at Grandma’s church but becomes confused because his preschool is also located here and then becomes upset, when he also realizes that you are leaving him there to go drop sister off at our Church. We… Continue reading Sundays are Tough
Hit me harder than I expected them to. All my life my one desire was to create a family and here was my family, little, fragile, and needy. It wasn’t all I expected. My little angel came a month early and ended up with jaundice that took us back to the hospital, she didn’t latch… Continue reading The Harsh Realities of Parenting…
When I was a kid in church, I would find myself wondering about those Israelites who couldn’t listen to God (through Moses) and kept wandering off into the desert. Stupid people, I would think. What was wrong with them? Couldn’t they just listen to God and follow his commands. Sheesh. Fast forward to adulthood and one… Continue reading Forty years in the desert.
My tea cup is empty. Bummer. It’s hard to have a complete thought with an empty cup of tea. You see, I love tea. I love it when it’s warm, I love it when it’s cold. I love it when my cup is not empty, like it is now. I love tea and so I… Continue reading The Right to Share My Jesus
My mom did it again, that thing she does, buy me a book or mention an article that highlights some flaw in my life. Oh yay! Let’s celebrate, there’s a book for that. No, but really, there is. When I was younger and more self-righteous, I would get my feelers hurt, and I would reject… Continue reading That Thing You Do
I’ll cry later. Right now I’m busy throwing away the remnants of my trip to Italy, fresh out of high school, still wet behind the ears. Thankfully, my photos from the trip were not also in that Rubbermaid tub of my memories. Needing to move the dog’s kennel has driven me to need to move… Continue reading Sometimes waiting for tomorrow makes for moldy memories.