When There is Nothing Else to Say but UGH…

75 degrees, minimal wind, abundant sunshine beaming down…it is a soothing balm to my soul today. I’m sitting out here with Miss Priss and Lil’ Man watching them…just be. I needed this today, they needed this today.

3 sick kids, a week of doctor visits (100 unexpected dollars worth of doctor visits) with ear infections, coughs, congestion and the occasional vomit episode or two has really worn on all of us. Our household has consisted of essential oils being diffused, saturating various items with Lysol, laundry load upon laundry load being done (with an ever increasing “needs to be ironed” pile accumulating as a direct result), keeping up with medication schedules to get over said ear infections, and, of course, I would be remiss in forgetting to mention that sleep has not been much of a friend at our house…in fact, I think he is vacationing far far away from my house these days.

Friends, this is just the tip of the iceberg. We have also had our refrigerator and freezer go out on us. Food was lost, liquid gold was dumped down the drain (breast milk), and a family of five is trying to live out of a mini-fridge from my old dorm room and a not-so-big deep freezer. After waiting ALL weekend…we were so excited for Mr. Fix-it to come out and mend our broken appliance. He rattled off what was wrong…I heard something about a compressor…something about having to order a special part…the only piece of information I really remember was him saying it could be 3-5 days before the part will arrive if he can find the part and order it today. The guy didn’t stick around much longer after that, maybe it was because of the crazed look I got in my eyes at the thought of continuing to live a week (or more) without a fridge and freezer.

BUT…just in case we didn’t have enough going on…we had another little incident. One that infuriated me as much as it almost made me cry. We have this utterly obnoxious coyote that likes to come around every few months or so and, well, pretty much wipe-out my little brood of chickens. He decided to come by yesterday and take two of my laying hens, which in turn led me to Google “coyote problems”, “how to get rid of coyotes”, and “who to hire to trap and kill a coyote that is killing off my chickens”. Although this incident greatly frustrated all of us and made us sad…no one was more affected and angered by this than, Lucky, our rooster (having escaped the last 5 attacks from the coyote, hence the name, Lucky). The coyote took away his manly rooster pride.

He also took away two of his lady friends and left him with just Bertha, who I’m pretty sure is bigger than Lucky.

To say he is outraged, is an understatement.

So, yes, it has not been very fun around here. I find it interesting (laughable, maybe?) that this week my Read Through the Bible in a Year reading plan started me in the book of Job. Seriously, it did. Talk about perspective check.

So, as I sit here enjoying the last few moments of sunshine and warmth, I won’t worry about how I am going to come up 3 meals a day (plus snacks) for my family without breaking the bank eating out and only having a mini-fridge and deep freezer to work with…instead I will enjoy watching two of my kiddos finally getting some time outside to play and pray that this beautiful day and glorious sunshine will be just the medicine they need to kick this yucky cold to the curb.



For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.

                                   Psalm 100:5

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Tomorrow Will Worry About Itself

I am a worrier. If you aren’t worried about something, believe me I can find something that you should be worrying about. It isn’t a trait I’m proud of and it is certainly one I am working on overcoming. When I was pregnant with my first child, I remember thinking – I can’t wait…once I have my baby it will be easier. I won’t worry as much, because he will be here with me. So naive.

Motherhood, has only raised my worrying tendencies to a whole new level. I worry about all kinds of things. Will my child be left-handed or right-handed? Will that cowlick always be there? Will they enjoy reading as much as I do? Will they text while driving? Are they going to randomly contract salmonella? Am I too strict/overprotective? Are they getting balanced enough meals? Am I going to fail completely at parenting?

So, the good news is, since becoming a mother my reasons to worry have tripled…but…my God is greater than all these things. I have learned to cling to verses like these – “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7. Daily, I cling to the promise that His peace will guard this mother’s heart and mind.

I find unbelievable assurance that my children are not really mine, they belong God. I know that He loves them and cares for them more than I ever could…and that is a lot, because I’m pretty crazy about them. Just knowing that my littles were known and loved by God before they were even a thought in this world, is absolutely amazing. “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:13-16

As far as failing. I find it reassuring to know that I will fail at times…but it is in those times I will have the best opportunity to point my children to Jesus. Giving them the perception that I am perfect and that I don’t make mistakes would not only be false, but takes away from The Gospel message. My children need to see me fail…they need to see me cling to Jesus and die to myself daily. They need to see the goodness of God’s grace lived out in my life. So, knowing that, well, it helps me worry a little less.


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Moments Like This

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes, though, just one word will do. One word will capture all that could be said.

Love.

It is a daddy knowing his little girl is having a rough night and just needs some extra love and affirmation.

It is him putting aside his own comfort, putting aside his own plans for the evening and climbing into a crib to snuggle his baby girl.

Love.

It is a baby girl feeling the strong arms of her daddy around her and immediately feeling comforted…safe…secure.

Love.

It is what I felt for my man when I saw this beautiful picture before me. My husband, with his strong arms that are made for working hard, yet gentle enough to comfort.

Yes, this picture says one word, a word that says more than a thousand things.