January 12, 2016
Tonight I have to stop. Stop thinking. Stop typing. Stop sitting. Stop everything.
And I’ll thank the Lord for it, because I’m grateful to have my family all around me…
even when it means I don’t get to finish my thoughts.
But the fruit of the spirit is
love,
and joy,
and peace,
and patience,
and kindness,
and goodness,
and faith,
and gentleness,
and self control…
Galatians 5:22
What do YOU do with an interruption?
And, for tonight, that’s all I got!
January 11, 2016
I
am
thankful
for
nights
when
I
can
hear
my
sons’
breathing
while
they’re
sleeping.
Shhhhhhh! Don’t wake them.
Tomorrow
will
come
soon
enough.
Sweet
dreams.
ZZZZzzzzzzzzz
January 10, 2016
Big M
THERE^ he is. I met him nearly 22 years ago, but I fell in love with him way before then. Mr. T and I prayed for a son for
For this child I prayed
several years before the Lord gave us Big M. A long time friend dubbed him “Big M” when he was just a little guy (ok, little may be a bit far-fetched). Only God knew how well this nickname would fit him for years ahead. He is big in so many ways. For instance, there really is a seat underneath and behind him in the photo above. His feet slide neatly into a size 17 shoe, and his hands normally completely engulf the like of the other mens’ as they say hello. His heart though! It’s his heart which makes the “Big M” impact in life. Strangers remember him after just one meeting and friends know his loyalty. Bosses count on and trust his character. Coaches admire his leadership. I couldn’t be more proud of him and I love all these things, and so much more. Mostly, I love his love and I love to love him. It is enough for this mom, and I bet you feel the same of your own. No day of thankfulness could be complete without this guy near the top of the list. I thank the Lord for him; I am so incredibly blessed to have him.
I Samuel 1:27 -28
I prayed for this boy, and since the Lord gave me what I asked Him for,
I now give him to the Lord. For as long as he lives, he is given to the Lord.
{The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing }
by Marie Kondo
Clutter Gutter
When I saw the book in Costco my husband insisted on buying it, and so we did. I read much of it and couldn’t wait to get started. Not long after, every piece of clothing I owned (minus what I was wearing) was out of it’s hiding place and in the middle of my bedroom. OH GOODNESS! I hope this one works; it’s not looking good from here!
January 9, 2016
I was going to say, “Not to be confused with waving the white flag,” but now that I think about it…
My children aren’t babies, or toddlers, or dependent on me as they once were. A tiny bit of me hesitates to share this post because I know it’s not so easy in every phase of mommyhood to go to the bathroom for 2 seconds let alone take a bath. Be encouraged, some day you too will be able to take a hot bath.
Alone.
Again.
And you’ll want to even more than you’ll want to climb in bed and sleep for a few weeks.
But I get it, and this share with complete empathy as you do the hard, tiring work of mothering just where you are.
White Towels.
Tonight, I got out of my tub (this girl in the middle’s PM escape comes by way of a hot bath),
grabbed my white towel and realized what a treat a simple clean white towel is to me.
I have no idea why this is a highlight of my day, yet every part of me loves it.
Sometimes I’m there for minutes, other times for an hour.
Always I’m able to think, to pray, to talk to the Lord, read…anything, really.
My fresh white towels not only look pretty, they smell heavenly and feel wonderful wrapped around my warm body
like a perfect night cap.
I certainly used towels with holes in them for years and never complained.
I was content (and I really didn’t know what I was missing).
Of course I know it’s perfectly indulging, but I’m thankful for them anyway.
Can’t wait until tomorrow night!
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White Towels
For women at home
Psalm 107:29
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