Skittles

Today little man had some Skittles from preschool and this is the short conversation that took place between him and his dad.

Dad:  What do you have?

Little Man: ‘kittles

Dad:  Can I have one?

Little Man: NO

Dad: Why not?

Little Man: Cause they good! Even the yucky ones are good!

Oh Sweet Jesus, the things you teach me through a 3 year old. You love all of us even when we think we are “yucky”!

Confession of a Wife

So today is my husband’s birthday. Imagine my surprise when little man and I picked him up from work (we are a one car family) and he tells me that we need to stop by his parents house to get his cards and gifts. His parents live about a biscuits throw from our house. CARDS AND GIFTS?! Oh my goodness, I forgot! How could I forget? We have been together going on 12 years and married for almost 11 years.

In my defense little man had his tonsils and adenoids removed the first part of the month, and is now sick again! AND I did make homemade brownies and frosting on Tuesday. From scratch!

Hubby got a little upset when I started crying in the car. He said “Well it’s not like you have been at home soaking in a bubble bath, chilled out on the coach eating bon-bons and watching tv.”

Hubby just came and got little man to ride with him to go see my dad. NOW WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY? Father and Son in their words “hanging together” and mom at home in a quite house. Well with the exception of the tv in the living room playing Sanford & Son.

Resources

We have countless books in our reach and at our disposal. Resource Books, Novels, Christian Living Books, Devotions, Bibles: Different Translations, Study Bibles, Life Applied.But more often than not these books collect duct, get missed placed, thrown about, and in general beg to be read, used, and shared.

Our Spiritual Knowledge is poor. My soul is starved. And I long to be better. I want my husband and son to see You through me. To see the Light devour the darkness. The need to feed my materials wants is now on the back burner. “Make me, mold me, use me... I give my life to the Potter’s hand.” “I want to be different Jesus, just like you.” Words from songs I know, but God is piecing them together for me. Verses I need to hear, soak in, and get the goodie out of.

Please God don’t let me over look a resource that you have placed before me!

Sweet Little Pu'dan Face Boy

So yesterday was a fever day for little man. The “fun” part for me was trying to keep said boy from acting like a boy. One of the few times I was allowed to take a breath was when little man’s tummy started talking. And this is the conversation that took place over the pu’dan cup (translation: pudding cup).

“Mom, God in this house?”

“Yes, son, God is in this house.”

“Where? Right there? Right there?” (pointing around the kitchen)

“Yes, son, He’s everywhere”

“OK”

. . . And A Few Minutes Later . . .

 

Little Man has his both arms stretched up to the heavens with his head leaned back and incomes part two of the conversation.

 “What are you doing?”

“I praise the Lord, momma!”

“I praise him too, little man, I praise him too!”

Dear Fellow Bag Ladies…

Dear Fellow Bag Ladies,

 It is with deep wretchedness that I must resign my post as President. I have more than enough bags. I am guilty of coveting my neighbor’s bag.

I know what shame. So it is well a weighty heart that I say “NO MORE BAGS!” Yes, I am aware that no sooner than I had declared that statement guess what happened! You guessed it! I had to urge to “buy that bag”! But I resisted. Yeah me! The little cartoon character on my shoulder dressed in red with horns and a pitch fork was not so please. So bag ladies lets come together. Instead of getting the new purse, the new backpack, or the new reusable shopping bag lets use what we’ve got! Wait NO new reusable shopping bags! But the environment. Ladies, Ladies, Ladies from one confessed bag lady to another ~ We don’t need any more bags! Let’s wear out the ones we have.

Moving In A New Direction,

DG

Facing The Giants, The Movie

While my little man was napping Facing The Giants was on the Insp. Channel. Of course the tears were flowing! If you have seen the movie then you know the desire of wife to have a child. I can relate to this movie. Part of this movie is my life.

In 2001 Timmy and I found out that we were going to be blessed with a baby. Well for reasons unknown to us it was not to be. So for years we tried. I was tired. Hurting had become a way of life for me. Several surgeries later and no change. I would be physical sick every month. Month after month and I could not handle it anymore. So the doctor I was seeing at the time suggested that I get an IUD. Well I was for it, but the cost! I could not afford it even with my insurance. So my mom said let’s make an appointment with my doctor. What did I have to lose, so I agreed.  Mom and I headed to Brunswick. I meet Dr. Dohn and I told him my story. I was very open with him and told him I wanted it all out! I was in tears and he was so kind. He handed me a box of tissues and said I really want you think about this. Think about this I have been going through this every month since I was 16. Believe me I have done plenty of thinking. You see from a young age I was aware that there was two things that I would do without question.

1. Be A Wife

2. Be A Mom

I had been practicing for this my whole life. So Timmy and I were talking and he said if it’s not meant to be then it’s not meant to be. And I tried to explain to him how it was that I felt like there was a piece missing. Now you ask me how can you grieve for something that you never had? I’ve had it the whole, just not physical had it. So the following Sunday at church I went to the altar. And I gave it all to GOD. I placed my heartache at the feet of JESUS. I had done this several times before, but this time when I got up I left it. I did not pick up my troubled wounded heart. Mean while we were in the process of getting life insurance and got a call from the nurse who took our blood work and she said that I need to go see my doctor for further blood work because something came back, but she could not say what. This was on Wednesday. So on the way to church I thought could I? Am I? Is it possible? Then I heard FAITH. So Thursday morning I woke early, 5 a.m. early. Looked under the sink and found a pregnancy test. ONE test from years ago.

So you see I know what it feels like to miss something that you never had.

I also know the peace that comes over us when we honestly place our troubles at the feet of Jesus. You see my son is part of my testimony.

The Walton's

This week I rediscover and Hayden discovered The Walton’s. So the episode was about a cow who was fixin’ to give birth and how the dad said that they needed a heifer for her milk.  Seven children and four adults I would think that several milk cows would be necessary. Well the cow went off to have the calf and the kids were worried about her. So Grandpa went to find mom and calf. Meanwhile dad was on his way up the mountain to go work, and the axle broke on the truck. $9 to fix a broken axle. How sad we waste $9 everyday on unnecessary “stuff”.  Grandpa came back with the cow and a bull. A BULL and $9 in the hole! So dad decided that he would sell the bull in order to pay for the truck to be fixed. The children were upset. Their dad was sell a “member of the family” in order to get to work, in order to earn money, in order to…well we all know how that is. So when dad took the baby bull from the barn to deliver several farms over the momma cow cried, and cried. My dear sweet little man lying in the bed with hands behind his head said, “Augh, that momma cow sad.” I started tearing up. I had been granted a glimpse into my son’s heart.

Oh, you want to know how the episode ended. Well Grandma had a few dollars saved and Momma she sold her quilt. Her Memory Quilt! The quilt that toke a whole summer to make! The quilt that had scrapes of clothing from all her children.  After everyone had said their goodnights, John Boy said, “We were poor, but we were richer than we ever kown.”

I know that The Walton’s is “just” a TV show, but I want a simpler life. A more faith driven life. An example my son can look up to. I’m sick of TV that has no values!

"Lose My Soul"

I have heard the song “Lose My Soul” numerous times, but after dropping off little man at preschool and heading to work I was allowed a new “God Moment”. God Moments for me are when I am listening to God. Not hearing, but listening. So at the red light I was so getting into the song.

Hands raised.

Voice raised.

Tears flowing.

I am sure that the car next me was somewhat a little afraid.

Why now?

Why would a song I’ve heard a hundred times before suddenly mean so much to me? Because for the first time in a long I was soaking up the words!  So if you see me in the car hands raised, voice raised, and tears flowing I hope you are not following too close, because I will be pulling over to bask in my God Moment.

I have attached a link for the song. I had no idea that there was a video.

http://youtu.be/coHKdhAZ9hU