The sound of a lawnmower.
The yellow pillows on my front porch.
Fishing in the afternoons.
Chasing baseballs in the yard.
Cool mornings/ hot afternoons.
Countdown to the end of the school year. ( 42 more days)
Freshly painted toenails.
Indian red skin from the first burn of the year.
Shopping for ferns, flowers, and pine straw.
A new dress for Easter.
Excitement about best friends coming to visit for the Masters.
Spring cleaning.
IEP season.
Needing more than just water to make it through these IEPs…Just popped a diet coke.
Watching clothes that fit my children last year go into the “yard sale” box.
Making summer plans.
Putting up sweater dresses and boots.
Getting out “moo moo” dresses and sandals.
Yes, these are signs that Spring is Here! I am so excited… I love this time of year!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Making Memories
We have been making memories this "Winter Break"! We headed out Wednesday after school to a new camping spot. We went to Petersburg... right near the dam. It was a very "woodsy" area, but we had so much fun. This was the first time I had camped and didn't have access to my house! Usually, I run home every day and wash a load of clothes, grab some groceries for the day, and water flowers/feed animals... this time...there was none of that the first two days! It was great waking up to animals of all kinds chirping, honking, and tweeting! My children had constant companionship... and I did too! I never lost my cool the entire four days~ a lot to be said by that statement!
Ben learned a lesson this week. He constantly had his IPod Touch with him while riding bikes and playing on the playground. He loves to have his music going. Saturday afternoon he put it on the picnic tables while he "jumped" his bike. Of course... he left it there...and when he went back...it was gone. His heart was broken and he cried for two hours. I thought that he might have put it down somewhere and it would show up...but after searching all the campers/ campsites...it was gone.
Mark, Ben, and I had to leave for KB's dance competition late that afternoon, so we were unable to continue looking for it. On the way to competition we picked up Mama in the Publix parking lot. Her first words were... "I will go buy you another one right now. If your daddy will pull over, I will run in this store and get you one. And don't you cry because it is your mama and daddy's fault. You are too young to have something that expensive anyway... but quit crying because I am going to buy you another one.".... Does anyone else see the issue with all this...especially considering that she is the one who bought him the first one! Oh well... one day he will see that his grandmother always has his back no matter what...and we are terrible parents! I think he might know that already.
As we headed to the competition...I got a phone call telling me that I owed two of my friends BIG time. They noticed a middle-school aged boy and his mama over at the picnic tables...they had been there earlier too. They went up to question them... to make a long story short... the mama lied and said they hadn't seen the Ipod...the little boy handed it over. Thank goodness he gave it back. Thank goodness it has a passcode on it... and thank goodness Mark installed find my ipod this morning so this can't happen again. I thought Mark might strangle the little boy, but he didn't... he did however go right over to the boy's campsite and tell the daddy that he needed to talk to the little boy... He did... of course the little boy said he had all intentions of turning it in... everyone who believes that stand on your head!
We came home yesterday from camping! I would complain about the rain yesterday morning... and everything of ours being messy and wet, but I'm not. It stormed every night...the first night I texted everyone and told them that there was a bad storm coming and to get their things in... This was at 3 AM... I wanted them to know... needless to say... I woke up several of the campers and they haven't let me live it down yet. See if the "Weather Babe" informs them again of potential thunderstorms!
I didn't get to go to church yesterday because it was day 2 of competition, but I feel sure God was with us last night. After our usual Sunday night hot dog supper at Mama's, we all headed out to Hunka Jim's Farm and fished. Minus Cole, my entire family was there and it was beautiful... to see Mark and Ben in a flat bottomed boat putting fish in as fast as they would throw out a line...made me know that Bobby was in that boat too... He was helping those boys! We all had fishing poles...Daddy taught me how to throw a line out... He helped KB get her line in too...Guille baited our hook... never even got a bite! Mama sat in the back of the car with the window down at one point because the bugs were biting so bad... But my favorite memory of the night... was the little paddle boat...with Jim tipping the scales at 250s/260s...and James at 50lbs.... The boat was about to tip over... and James's little legs were peddling as fast they could as Jim sat there and grinned and smiled and laughed... Yes, we had our own church service watching the sun set... watching the fish jump... and watching a 47 year old man be lead around in a paddle boat by a 7 year old! It did my heart good! I'll let ya'll know if the fish Ben caught taste good...that is our dinner tonight!
Ben learned a lesson this week. He constantly had his IPod Touch with him while riding bikes and playing on the playground. He loves to have his music going. Saturday afternoon he put it on the picnic tables while he "jumped" his bike. Of course... he left it there...and when he went back...it was gone. His heart was broken and he cried for two hours. I thought that he might have put it down somewhere and it would show up...but after searching all the campers/ campsites...it was gone.
Mark, Ben, and I had to leave for KB's dance competition late that afternoon, so we were unable to continue looking for it. On the way to competition we picked up Mama in the Publix parking lot. Her first words were... "I will go buy you another one right now. If your daddy will pull over, I will run in this store and get you one. And don't you cry because it is your mama and daddy's fault. You are too young to have something that expensive anyway... but quit crying because I am going to buy you another one.".... Does anyone else see the issue with all this...especially considering that she is the one who bought him the first one! Oh well... one day he will see that his grandmother always has his back no matter what...and we are terrible parents! I think he might know that already.
As we headed to the competition...I got a phone call telling me that I owed two of my friends BIG time. They noticed a middle-school aged boy and his mama over at the picnic tables...they had been there earlier too. They went up to question them... to make a long story short... the mama lied and said they hadn't seen the Ipod...the little boy handed it over. Thank goodness he gave it back. Thank goodness it has a passcode on it... and thank goodness Mark installed find my ipod this morning so this can't happen again. I thought Mark might strangle the little boy, but he didn't... he did however go right over to the boy's campsite and tell the daddy that he needed to talk to the little boy... He did... of course the little boy said he had all intentions of turning it in... everyone who believes that stand on your head!
We came home yesterday from camping! I would complain about the rain yesterday morning... and everything of ours being messy and wet, but I'm not. It stormed every night...the first night I texted everyone and told them that there was a bad storm coming and to get their things in... This was at 3 AM... I wanted them to know... needless to say... I woke up several of the campers and they haven't let me live it down yet. See if the "Weather Babe" informs them again of potential thunderstorms!
I didn't get to go to church yesterday because it was day 2 of competition, but I feel sure God was with us last night. After our usual Sunday night hot dog supper at Mama's, we all headed out to Hunka Jim's Farm and fished. Minus Cole, my entire family was there and it was beautiful... to see Mark and Ben in a flat bottomed boat putting fish in as fast as they would throw out a line...made me know that Bobby was in that boat too... He was helping those boys! We all had fishing poles...Daddy taught me how to throw a line out... He helped KB get her line in too...Guille baited our hook... never even got a bite! Mama sat in the back of the car with the window down at one point because the bugs were biting so bad... But my favorite memory of the night... was the little paddle boat...with Jim tipping the scales at 250s/260s...and James at 50lbs.... The boat was about to tip over... and James's little legs were peddling as fast they could as Jim sat there and grinned and smiled and laughed... Yes, we had our own church service watching the sun set... watching the fish jump... and watching a 47 year old man be lead around in a paddle boat by a 7 year old! It did my heart good! I'll let ya'll know if the fish Ben caught taste good...that is our dinner tonight!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Taking Things for Granted
I moved from Lincolnton when Cole was a month old. Janice and Jim were gracious enough to let me "have" him every weekend I came home though! I would go straight to their house and get him...there is nothing like that first baby in a family! Mama and Daddy would go get him every afternoon, and Daddy would take him to daycare in the mornings. He was our real, alive baby doll! Like all women do, I fantasized about having my own children and how they would get the same love and care that Cole did. It didn't take long for me to realize that my situation would be a little different since I was sure Mama and Daddy weren't going to drive all the way to Simpsonville every afternoon and see my children.
It is so hard to remember the afternoons of coming home when KB was a baby. That time is such a blur to me. Mark was traveling, I was working in a town about 20 miles away, I was coaching cheerleading... I was busy. I feel sure I cooked supper a time or two in that stage, but I do know that KB could recognize every restaurant on Woodruff Road at the age of 2~ KB missed those mornings of Butch picking her up... and she missed those afternoons of spending time at her grandmother's house. I still dreamed that one day my children would have the opportunity to know what living in a small town was like~ but for now~ she would have to hang out with me!
When Ben was born, we had moved to a new neighborhood and for the first time I actually knew my neighbors! We would sit in the driveway for hours and play, eat, and talk! They took the place of my family since family couldn't be there. They were there to watch my children while I ran to the doctor, or if I needed to start my supper and couldn't be outside. I still dreamed that one day KB and Ben would both have the opportunity to experience living in a small town!
After 11 years of secretly praying we could move back home, it happened. We got to come back to heaven on earth. Mark still traveled, but it was so nice that I had some help to get my children to school, pick them up from places, and get them to activities. I can remember sitting on my front porch literally in tears that I was so excited Mama was coming to get me to go to the Dollar Store. We were going to run to get light bulbs... wow... I would have never done that in the big city. Those light bulbs would have had to wait until I went to Target on Saturday morning.
I write all this above because this morning... I realized that I have been taking things for granted. Mama and Daddy had to be in Atlanta for a conference, Mark was in Nashville, and I didn't have anyone to help me out with dropping them off at school. Last night, I had that same feeling I did for about 20 years of my life... the one on Sundays when it is time to head back to college or Simpsonville... the one that makes me homesick...the one that makes me want to cry.
KB, Ben, and I prepared like we never have. We got clothes out, we bought pre-made lunches, and we got up thirty minutes earlier than we normally do. It was a work of art. They got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and we had about 20 minutes leftover! It was amazing. I had time to "fluff"~ I made the bed, I picked up the stray items downstairs, I watered the flowers on the front porch, I unloaded the dishwasher...and I had time to get to school and put my children on the bus by 7:24! I felt so accomplished...at things that I used to do every morning before I moved back~
Today has been a great day because I have tried to remember to thank God every time I had the thought that I was so happy to be living here! I realize I have taken it for granted that Mama and Daddy do so much for me! I guess I have become quite lazy! While I am glad I got all those things done this morning... I still hope I have many more years that Mama and Daddy can "graciously" help me out in the mornings! It sure does make my life a lot easier. I would have never dreamed 16 years ago when all these thoughts started coming to my mind that I would be as happy as I am today!
I love that I am sitting on my front porch, listening to motorcycles rev their engines, watching an airplane go over, hearing a chain saw, and enjoying a beautiful March afternoon~ it's the simple things that make me happy~ My hope is I never take these things for granted and that I focus on the good things in life... for those are what become the best memories~
It is so hard to remember the afternoons of coming home when KB was a baby. That time is such a blur to me. Mark was traveling, I was working in a town about 20 miles away, I was coaching cheerleading... I was busy. I feel sure I cooked supper a time or two in that stage, but I do know that KB could recognize every restaurant on Woodruff Road at the age of 2~ KB missed those mornings of Butch picking her up... and she missed those afternoons of spending time at her grandmother's house. I still dreamed that one day my children would have the opportunity to know what living in a small town was like~ but for now~ she would have to hang out with me!
When Ben was born, we had moved to a new neighborhood and for the first time I actually knew my neighbors! We would sit in the driveway for hours and play, eat, and talk! They took the place of my family since family couldn't be there. They were there to watch my children while I ran to the doctor, or if I needed to start my supper and couldn't be outside. I still dreamed that one day KB and Ben would both have the opportunity to experience living in a small town!
After 11 years of secretly praying we could move back home, it happened. We got to come back to heaven on earth. Mark still traveled, but it was so nice that I had some help to get my children to school, pick them up from places, and get them to activities. I can remember sitting on my front porch literally in tears that I was so excited Mama was coming to get me to go to the Dollar Store. We were going to run to get light bulbs... wow... I would have never done that in the big city. Those light bulbs would have had to wait until I went to Target on Saturday morning.
I write all this above because this morning... I realized that I have been taking things for granted. Mama and Daddy had to be in Atlanta for a conference, Mark was in Nashville, and I didn't have anyone to help me out with dropping them off at school. Last night, I had that same feeling I did for about 20 years of my life... the one on Sundays when it is time to head back to college or Simpsonville... the one that makes me homesick...the one that makes me want to cry.
KB, Ben, and I prepared like we never have. We got clothes out, we bought pre-made lunches, and we got up thirty minutes earlier than we normally do. It was a work of art. They got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and we had about 20 minutes leftover! It was amazing. I had time to "fluff"~ I made the bed, I picked up the stray items downstairs, I watered the flowers on the front porch, I unloaded the dishwasher...and I had time to get to school and put my children on the bus by 7:24! I felt so accomplished...at things that I used to do every morning before I moved back~
Today has been a great day because I have tried to remember to thank God every time I had the thought that I was so happy to be living here! I realize I have taken it for granted that Mama and Daddy do so much for me! I guess I have become quite lazy! While I am glad I got all those things done this morning... I still hope I have many more years that Mama and Daddy can "graciously" help me out in the mornings! It sure does make my life a lot easier. I would have never dreamed 16 years ago when all these thoughts started coming to my mind that I would be as happy as I am today!
I love that I am sitting on my front porch, listening to motorcycles rev their engines, watching an airplane go over, hearing a chain saw, and enjoying a beautiful March afternoon~ it's the simple things that make me happy~ My hope is I never take these things for granted and that I focus on the good things in life... for those are what become the best memories~
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
God made the sun, the moon, and the stars...
My children will learn Genesis 1:16 this week in Sunday school. We will talk about the sun...how it keeps us warm, provides a source for growth of plants, and gives us light in the daytime. The moon helps us to see at night, changes shapes throughout the month, and sometimes looks like it has holes! The stars aren't really shaped like stars, are made of fire, and twinkle! All of these ideas are simple...yet when someone thinks about them for a long time...it is simply AMAZING.
I can't even wrap my tiny, little brain cells around that idea, but I know that God created those things and we shouldn't ever question or doubt that He doesn't have the power to do it!
Being an English teacher...I read way more symbolism into things than I should~ but I do believe that we are to be lights...just like the sun, the moon, and the stars.
God, I want to be like the sun... I would love to provide warmth for someone's heart in a time of need, I would love to be a source for the growth of my children (my seeds), and give hope, courage, and love to someone in the light of day whether they expect me to or not.
Because I am not perfect, I need to be like the moon too! I have many holes that things escape... many imperfections that need to be "fixed", and many hills and valleys of everyday life! I do hope I can change each month...shine brighter after a bad moment... provide light for someone lost in the darkness... and remind people that in the dark...there is always a little light to shine through~
Compared to the sun and the moon... I think I am better suited to be a star. I wish I was a country music star, or a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader star, or even a talk-show host star...but... I am settling for a personality made of fire...that spouts off too quickly... gets fired up about just the little things... and heats up a conversation by over analyzing things! I could definitely use some "shaping" up... the only part about me that might resemble a star would be the sharp words that come out of my mouth~
I'm working on being a good source of light... I may never make it the sun or moon status...but I do hope I can be a little source of light like that star is... I do fall sometimes... but in the end...I want to shine and on good days "twinkle" and let others know just how great it is to hang out in God's big world.
I can't even wrap my tiny, little brain cells around that idea, but I know that God created those things and we shouldn't ever question or doubt that He doesn't have the power to do it!
Being an English teacher...I read way more symbolism into things than I should~ but I do believe that we are to be lights...just like the sun, the moon, and the stars.
God, I want to be like the sun... I would love to provide warmth for someone's heart in a time of need, I would love to be a source for the growth of my children (my seeds), and give hope, courage, and love to someone in the light of day whether they expect me to or not.
Because I am not perfect, I need to be like the moon too! I have many holes that things escape... many imperfections that need to be "fixed", and many hills and valleys of everyday life! I do hope I can change each month...shine brighter after a bad moment... provide light for someone lost in the darkness... and remind people that in the dark...there is always a little light to shine through~
Compared to the sun and the moon... I think I am better suited to be a star. I wish I was a country music star, or a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader star, or even a talk-show host star...but... I am settling for a personality made of fire...that spouts off too quickly... gets fired up about just the little things... and heats up a conversation by over analyzing things! I could definitely use some "shaping" up... the only part about me that might resemble a star would be the sharp words that come out of my mouth~
I'm working on being a good source of light... I may never make it the sun or moon status...but I do hope I can be a little source of light like that star is... I do fall sometimes... but in the end...I want to shine and on good days "twinkle" and let others know just how great it is to hang out in God's big world.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Happy Birthday Mark~
We finish up the "month" of birthdays in this house today! Mark is 39 and holding! We celebrated last night with a supper of fondue. For some reason, Ben doesn't remember ever doing this...I guess we don't do it as much in LC as we did in Greenville! We had a delicious meal and I can't wait to lose some more weight so I can really enjoy fonduing!
Mark is spending his birthday in New York City... working. I sure wish I was there! I feel sure we could find somewhere to eat, catch a Broadway play, and then head for dessert at JRs....
Happy Birthday Mark, Daddy, Jackass, Stupid, Hardheaded.... Just teasing... He calls me Trudy...I don't have a name for him, but he answers to all the above!
Mark is spending his birthday in New York City... working. I sure wish I was there! I feel sure we could find somewhere to eat, catch a Broadway play, and then head for dessert at JRs....
Happy Birthday Mark, Daddy, Jackass, Stupid, Hardheaded.... Just teasing... He calls me Trudy...I don't have a name for him, but he answers to all the above!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Church Issues...
My blood is boiling...it shouldn't be...but it is~ I should actually be in the grave if I considered how long I have been stewing~
For the first time...I have debated whether to post these thoughts of mine, but... this is all mine...and if I want to say it...I can! People who don't agree...and those who don't like... find something else to read.
OK... I have been going to church my entire life. When we moved back to LC when I was in 2nd grade, I joined the church and became a part of something I never really wanted to let go of... I have a basic understanding of the Bible, Christianity, and morals that were instilled in me. I would never claim to be holier than thou...or better than anyone else...or even more knowledgeable than anyone else when it comes to religion.
With all the above being stated... I do feel like I can see outside "the box" that some people seem to believe I should be in...in order to be "the best".
In the last month, I have heard twice from church going people, "I would NEVER drive up and drop my children off to go to church!"... Well... the old Britt would have gone right up to them and given them a piece of my mind...this new Britt...she is sitting back and letting them look "stupid"..."ignorant"... whatever one wants to call it... I will state my mind here and avoid confrontation...I think God will like that better anyway.
Yes, I am one of the mothers who drives up on Wednesday nights and drops off my child. No one seems to notice that I have a husband who travels for a living and he isn't here to help out with the pick-up/drop-off. No one seems to notice that I have a daughter who has an activity on Wednesday nights, in another town, that she has to be taken to... Let me also state that I realize I could let her not be involved in that activity and she could go to church, but she loves dancing... and I don't recall seeing anywhere in the Bible that if your body isn't in church on Wednesday nights from 6:30-7:30 you have a ticket straight to hell. Let me know if ya'll find that anywhere. Finally, the last time I went to church on a Wednesday night... 15 minutes of the conversation was about how much a nut/bolt/screw cost to fix a leaking toilet... I'm sorry... but in today's world...my time is more valuable than worrying about that! I know nothing about it!
Sarcastically...I love listening to all these people who are waiting in the parking lot when the church doors are unlocked~ they know everything... they feel their ideas are more important than anyone else's...and they are quick to let me know that I wasn't there with them to enter the church on time. I attend church... I teach a Sunday school class... and I try to participate in activities that are going on... but the last time I checked... that wasn't going to get me into Heaven. My ticket to Heaven...is a personal relationship with God. I guess my feelings are hurt that these people are so quick to judge me (which by the way is listed as something only God should be doing...)
To go along with the statement of being a parent who drives up and drops off... "people" think that the parents of the children should be the ones who teach / help teach the classes that are offered at church. While that may be true to some extent... I believe with all my heart that there comes a point in everyone's life...no matter how old... that the WORD needs to be taught to you... We can always learn...we can always find out new things about the Bible. Being a teacher...and being with children all day...sometimes it would be nice to go to church and be taught to instead of being in charge of something. I think a lot of people are turned off from church because they feel they have to help out or they can't come.
Now...for all the naysayers... yes, I realize that if there is no other obligation going on during that time that you drive up and drop off... we probably should be in church... but I don't think that is going to give us a free pass to Heaven.
Lastly, Sunday after church... we go to my mama's to eat lunch as a family. There is nothing that I love more about living back in LC that those Sunday lunches (maybe LC football... but not really)... and then after relaxing Sunday afternoons... we go back for supper. My children are making memories that will last a lifetime. Those are memories that won't ever be erased... they are about loving family, having fellowship, and bonding. I'm pretty sure that God is sitting right there with us while we visit. He is powerful enough to be in two places at once! I guess it just hurts that "some people" make me feel guilty for not being at church when honestly, I feel closer to God being with my family than I do sitting with people who judge me because I'm not in church!
My eyes have been opened to why people choose not to attend church... I wish they wouldn't be turned away... but right now... I totally understand.
For the first time...I have debated whether to post these thoughts of mine, but... this is all mine...and if I want to say it...I can! People who don't agree...and those who don't like... find something else to read.
OK... I have been going to church my entire life. When we moved back to LC when I was in 2nd grade, I joined the church and became a part of something I never really wanted to let go of... I have a basic understanding of the Bible, Christianity, and morals that were instilled in me. I would never claim to be holier than thou...or better than anyone else...or even more knowledgeable than anyone else when it comes to religion.
With all the above being stated... I do feel like I can see outside "the box" that some people seem to believe I should be in...in order to be "the best".
In the last month, I have heard twice from church going people, "I would NEVER drive up and drop my children off to go to church!"... Well... the old Britt would have gone right up to them and given them a piece of my mind...this new Britt...she is sitting back and letting them look "stupid"..."ignorant"... whatever one wants to call it... I will state my mind here and avoid confrontation...I think God will like that better anyway.
Yes, I am one of the mothers who drives up on Wednesday nights and drops off my child. No one seems to notice that I have a husband who travels for a living and he isn't here to help out with the pick-up/drop-off. No one seems to notice that I have a daughter who has an activity on Wednesday nights, in another town, that she has to be taken to... Let me also state that I realize I could let her not be involved in that activity and she could go to church, but she loves dancing... and I don't recall seeing anywhere in the Bible that if your body isn't in church on Wednesday nights from 6:30-7:30 you have a ticket straight to hell. Let me know if ya'll find that anywhere. Finally, the last time I went to church on a Wednesday night... 15 minutes of the conversation was about how much a nut/bolt/screw cost to fix a leaking toilet... I'm sorry... but in today's world...my time is more valuable than worrying about that! I know nothing about it!
Sarcastically...I love listening to all these people who are waiting in the parking lot when the church doors are unlocked~ they know everything... they feel their ideas are more important than anyone else's...and they are quick to let me know that I wasn't there with them to enter the church on time. I attend church... I teach a Sunday school class... and I try to participate in activities that are going on... but the last time I checked... that wasn't going to get me into Heaven. My ticket to Heaven...is a personal relationship with God. I guess my feelings are hurt that these people are so quick to judge me (which by the way is listed as something only God should be doing...)
To go along with the statement of being a parent who drives up and drops off... "people" think that the parents of the children should be the ones who teach / help teach the classes that are offered at church. While that may be true to some extent... I believe with all my heart that there comes a point in everyone's life...no matter how old... that the WORD needs to be taught to you... We can always learn...we can always find out new things about the Bible. Being a teacher...and being with children all day...sometimes it would be nice to go to church and be taught to instead of being in charge of something. I think a lot of people are turned off from church because they feel they have to help out or they can't come.
Now...for all the naysayers... yes, I realize that if there is no other obligation going on during that time that you drive up and drop off... we probably should be in church... but I don't think that is going to give us a free pass to Heaven.
Lastly, Sunday after church... we go to my mama's to eat lunch as a family. There is nothing that I love more about living back in LC that those Sunday lunches (maybe LC football... but not really)... and then after relaxing Sunday afternoons... we go back for supper. My children are making memories that will last a lifetime. Those are memories that won't ever be erased... they are about loving family, having fellowship, and bonding. I'm pretty sure that God is sitting right there with us while we visit. He is powerful enough to be in two places at once! I guess it just hurts that "some people" make me feel guilty for not being at church when honestly, I feel closer to God being with my family than I do sitting with people who judge me because I'm not in church!
My eyes have been opened to why people choose not to attend church... I wish they wouldn't be turned away... but right now... I totally understand.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sacrifice of a Mother....
I sacrifice a lot to be a mother...
I think my biggest sacrifice is Wednesday nights from 7:00 to 8:00. KB has clogging in the big town of McCormick. It is only a fifteen minute drive... that only means that I don't drive all the way back home and stay for thirty minutes and then drive back to get her. I force myself to sit in the car for that solid hour and think...
I solve lots of problems, find out lots of information by surfing the Internet, and look around at God's world. Tonight... I noticed the clouds. I started thinking about the clouds...they have been jumping out at me this week. Sunday on the way home...there was literally a blanket of clouds that was below the airplane... it was covering everything that was going on down below. I wonder if God does that sometimes to wash away bad things, cover His eyes like a child when they don't want to see the scary movie, or if the things are so bad down here that He wants to look at the clean, soft, fluffy, white clouds and erase His mind for just a moment of what is below.
Tonight's clouds were fluffy with a pinkish tint. I really couldn't find anything in the clouds... I have been playing that game since I was little and now KB and Ben play it too... you know find shapes of things in the clouds. Because I couldn't find anything, I just stared at them and thought about how each cloud was different... had a little bad stuff in it (rain)... and yet... it would water that lake it was sitting over and help it out... and then I got really deep... Bad things to some people are good things to other people. It all depends on how you look at a situation.
I was given some very good advice this week by a superior... "A house divided will fall"... I have heard it so many times...and it is so true! Right now there may be clouds above my head, my friends' heads, my co-workers' heads, etc.... but there has to be some good in there somewhere. God let me see the good in it... let me focus on those good things! Don't build walls that can't be broken, don't burn bridges that can't be rebuilt, and for goodness sakes... don't look at a situation (cloud) and automatically focus on the bad! Find the silver lining... so tonight...I am looking at the good of situations!
My title is totally sarcastic... I love my Wednesday nights... I get to sit quietly, uninterrupted and think. I also think it is pretty special to sit in my car and peek through the window at the most beautiful little dancer I have ever watched. She makes my heart smile... her smile is contagious... I hope that my eyes will show the love of situations like hers do when she dances. I might look like a dark, gloomy, tired cloud...but inside...I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Thanks Sis~ you make me love being a mother... and your dancing helps me see that clouds are everywhere... I just need to focus on that silver-lining!
I think my biggest sacrifice is Wednesday nights from 7:00 to 8:00. KB has clogging in the big town of McCormick. It is only a fifteen minute drive... that only means that I don't drive all the way back home and stay for thirty minutes and then drive back to get her. I force myself to sit in the car for that solid hour and think...
I solve lots of problems, find out lots of information by surfing the Internet, and look around at God's world. Tonight... I noticed the clouds. I started thinking about the clouds...they have been jumping out at me this week. Sunday on the way home...there was literally a blanket of clouds that was below the airplane... it was covering everything that was going on down below. I wonder if God does that sometimes to wash away bad things, cover His eyes like a child when they don't want to see the scary movie, or if the things are so bad down here that He wants to look at the clean, soft, fluffy, white clouds and erase His mind for just a moment of what is below.
Tonight's clouds were fluffy with a pinkish tint. I really couldn't find anything in the clouds... I have been playing that game since I was little and now KB and Ben play it too... you know find shapes of things in the clouds. Because I couldn't find anything, I just stared at them and thought about how each cloud was different... had a little bad stuff in it (rain)... and yet... it would water that lake it was sitting over and help it out... and then I got really deep... Bad things to some people are good things to other people. It all depends on how you look at a situation.
I was given some very good advice this week by a superior... "A house divided will fall"... I have heard it so many times...and it is so true! Right now there may be clouds above my head, my friends' heads, my co-workers' heads, etc.... but there has to be some good in there somewhere. God let me see the good in it... let me focus on those good things! Don't build walls that can't be broken, don't burn bridges that can't be rebuilt, and for goodness sakes... don't look at a situation (cloud) and automatically focus on the bad! Find the silver lining... so tonight...I am looking at the good of situations!
My title is totally sarcastic... I love my Wednesday nights... I get to sit quietly, uninterrupted and think. I also think it is pretty special to sit in my car and peek through the window at the most beautiful little dancer I have ever watched. She makes my heart smile... her smile is contagious... I hope that my eyes will show the love of situations like hers do when she dances. I might look like a dark, gloomy, tired cloud...but inside...I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Thanks Sis~ you make me love being a mother... and your dancing helps me see that clouds are everywhere... I just need to focus on that silver-lining!
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