A Time For Every Season....

 This week has been rough, its been a hard eucharisteo . So many hurting friends, so many prayers for grace, so many exhaustive and  lonely days and so many bad attitudes. But... I've been counting blessings, counting this hard week as a strengthening of spiritual muscles. 697. Little boys in kune skin hats playing with rocks and giggling like best friends. 698. Warm weather - many walks around the block and time for Drew to test out his new wheels! 699. Little girl smiles at 4:00 am as I massage her tummy to get out lots of gas. The joy of being reminded that these sweet night meetings, night time cuddles, sleepy eyed girly needing mommy's tender touch, are not going to linger much longer. 700. Great friend Nicole who makes all my kids Birthday so special with her cake creations! No other friend would spend hours creating a castle cake to appease a blossoming 6 year old. 701. Patience amidst chaos. 702. A calming verse when all seems lost, a little boys quick re...

"The real problem of life is never a lack of time. The real problem of life - in my life - is lack of thanksgiving." One Thousand Gifts A. Voskamp, Page 72 672. Blessed to  be a recovering Cynic! *Read a praying life by Paul Miller to give counsel from The Word on overcoming this accepted form of sin. 673. A message from God for a friend - a voice of encouragement, an intercessor for prayer, a shoulder to lean on in time of need. 674. A Birthday Bash for our Big 6 year old Drew, so many came to love on him and celebrate his life with us. 675. A mere sparrow singing at my window while I prepared pancakes - the worm in his mouth I'm sure he was thankful for. 676. Reviewing lists of Thanksgivings that encourage and uplift - reminding me of how far I've come and how far I still have to go. 677. My "ferocious thrash with joy" as I battle between emotion and obedience. 678. Blessing a friend, wish I could see the smiles! 679. A cold mo...

My son, Today you are 6, how can that possible be? I remember the  day I birthed you so  very clearly. You were our first -- the fist to get all the new baby things, the first for me to rock and cuddle, the first to walk and say "Mama". I loved celebrating with you all those "first" milestones.  I was so blessed when you were born, you just filled my days with such joy! Your Daddy worked nights and  was going to school that first year, so it was just the two of us most days. You slept so well - almost 18 hours a  day for the first few months and you just fit into my life so perfectly. You had reflux and puked all over everything we owned.  I looked through some pictures to post and almost all the pictures showed your passy (splash shield as Daddy fondly called it) and a spit up rag. You so were very eager  to make your appearance, that last 3 months of pregnancy was the hardest period in my entire life, I had no idea how much trouble a littl...

 To read His message in the moment, I'll need to read His passion on the page, wear the lens of the Word, to read His writings in the world. Only the Word is the answer to rightly reading the world, because The Word has nail scarred hands that cup our face close, wipe away the tears running down, has eyes to look deep into our brimming ache and whisper, "I know. I know." The passion on the page is a Person, and the lens I wear of the Word is not abstract idea but the eyes of the God-Man who came and knows the pain." One Thousand Gifts Page 87 657. Early to rise as alarm beeps in my ear - thank you Lord for grace to lift my weary body out of bed for one more day. 658. Homemade laundry soap - tried a new recipe just for front loaders that need low suds. Smells delightful & costs relatively nothing! 659. Photographs - have  you ever noticed that a mere moment in your life captured on file reveals more than meets the eye? I can study pictures and see...