Friday, May 25, 2012

playing and praying


i remember high school.
being a "good christian" was so easy
i went to camp a few times a year
i got to spend hours and hours reading my Bible and praying
just me and God.
life was relatively easy
of course there was normal high school drama but nothing crazy

fast forward to now
i don't get camp
in fact i'm hard pressed to find a few minutes alone with myself
i'll tell you a secret...this blog is written sentence by sentence with life happening in between :)

most mornings i don't get to wake up sit in a rocker by the window with my coffee and my Bible and my journal. in fact, very very rarely.
i pray on the run or while folding laundry 
i pray for the little ones
i pray for my husband
i pray for strength. lots of strength.
i pray for a peaceful home and the ability to make it that way

sometimes, at least for me, its hard to remember to be thankful. its always "ask ask ask" and sometimes i have to take a few minutes to make a small mental list of what i'm thankful for. and i have lots. i was inspired by one thousand gifts to start a gratitude journal. this has actually changed my attitude toward life. 

i scribble Bible verses I want to remember on little pieces of scratch paper and lose them within a week. usually to a small childs mouth or being flushed down the toilet by a curious little monster or stuck in the ac vent

during the past year we have rarely been able to go to church because of reed's little lungs (i'm not blaming him. don't take that the wrong way)

i do have to say though, i have grown more in the past 3 years than i did in all the years before that. i've been stretched and pushed and tested. oh the testing. daily. hourly in fact. can i make it through the next 10 minutes without breaking down? without yelling at someone? not on my own. thats for sure. 

i do not wish these little years away. there will be a time when my house is clean, when chris and i will be sitting alone drinking an entire cup of HOT coffee in the morning. many many years from now maybe but still. enjoy. breathe. thank. love. play. hug. kiss. teach. and play some more.






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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

happy mothers day


your job doesn't end at 5pm. it doesn't start at 9. you don't get a "lunch break"its 24 hours a day 7 days a week.

its changing diapers
its potty training
its constantly being aware of where the little ones are
its cuddling
its reading books
its being drawn on with chalk
its breaking up fights
its washing wounds and putting on bandaids
its doctors appointments
its scrubbing dirt off dirty feet and hands
its rocks and sand in the washing machine
its getting the wad of paper out of the baby's throat
its thinking ahead to the next meal, the next load of laundry
its planning how to keep little bodies busy
its teaching nutrition

its keeping them safe
its letting them explore
its letting them play in the mud as much as they want
its getting the boys hand out of the toilet

its picking up toys and books
its 6 arms, 6 legs, and 30 little fingers all up in your business...some of them might be in your nose, some might be in their own nose. sometimes at the same time.
you're working even while you're sleeping - feeding the baby
its holding little hands as they learn to walk
its making sure they don't bring the worms they found outside into bed with them...too much
its giving the daughter some knitting needles and some yarn you wont want to use ever again and letting her "knit"

its organized chaos
its showing them that there isn't a monster behind the curtain
you are continuously "baby proofing" or "toddler proofing" as each week passes
its discipline
its never having matching socks
its wrestling before bed
its love
its a beautiful life
its messy and tiring and wonderful
its not for the weak
sometimes you feel like a failure
sometimes you feel like you might just not make it till daddy gets home
its not always fun and games but the amount of love you have for these little people is something you just can't explain
you learn that a completely acceptable "date night" can be very cheap: kids to bed early, dinner and a bottle of wine, snuggle up and watch a movie under a blanket
you go from "lets go out" to "lets spend time together we don't care where it is"





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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

a tiny taste of what happens to reed


this is from an unknown substance. he came inside from playing complaining about "itties" (itchies) on his legs and little buns.


if he were to drink milk or eat an egg he would be covered from his nose down in these hives. picture how freaky that is. yes.
so maybe he played with acorns or touched some plant he's allergic to. but it did not do anything to his face or his breathing so he gets a bath, some anti itch gel and some homeopathic allergy medicine and then its nap time 

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