Journey: Writing

The journey of my life and how writing effects that.

Cyril Connolly said, "It is better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."

I've been having a bit of writer's block as of late. I have a few drafts but nothing to publish. My thoughts don't seem to finish and I'm left with fragments. I have this blog and contribute to two others and, unfortunately, I haven't been able to post anything on those either.

I get an idea to write but that's where it stops. Most of the time, words seem to flow from my head to my fingers without too much effort but that hasn't been the case for the past couple of weeks. Until today.

Today, right smack dab in the middle of Bible study I felt the need to write my sister, so I did, on a napkin. I'll send it to her tomorrow.
Then again this evening, I picked up my old journal. My last entry was October! But when I went to write, it was with such ease.

Writing is my therapy, my outlet, my peace. When I can't get the thoughts out I don't seem to function well in most aspects of my life. Like a stopped up drain, everything backs up, inevitably causing a dirty sink. My house is that sink.

Hopefully if I can't get the words here, I'll get them in my journal. And hopefully, I'll get caught up on my chores.

My Journey: A Simple Wish

My wish for my children isn't to always get along.

It isn't that they would share all their belongings with each other.

Or even always like each other.

My wish for my children is that they would always be there for each other.

Love and trust one another.

Seek Truth, know Christ and find comfort and answers in the Word!

Adventure: 1am Wedgie Date

Daylight savings (I know its daylight saving but that just sounds weird) is really throwing Bear for a loop, B's had some issues but is getting back into the swing of things. I would understand if everything were thrown off by an hour but its not, the past two nights she's wanted to nap between 7 and 8pm and not being tired for bed until after midnight.

Tonight I had some laundry to fold so I left her downstairs with her dad since B was sleeping. While I was upstairs she decided to complain quite loudly and sure enough, woke her sister. 30 minutes later I finally get her to sleep and find myself face to face with a very alert 3 year old.

Its 1am, I'm totally pooped and very ready for bed, the crazy 1 year old that had been happy and singing for the past 4 hours is finally asleep and B announces she's hungry.

With Bear in bed and Daddy heading in the same direction, B and I head downstairs for midnight snack. Its at this moment I really miss processed foods thinking how much easier it would be if we had mini bagels. We open the refrigerator and she spots a bowl of cut up oranges but since they are for WoW, I cut B her own. She decides the floor is as good a place as any to eat her "wedgies" and just as soon as I give them to her she tells me she wants to share them.

I hope and pray we have many more wedgie dates in the years to come!

Nice surprise!

You know that feeling you get when you reach into the pocket of a coat you haven't worn since last winter and you find 10 bucks...

When we purchased our van we set up an automatic allotment to pay for it. The money automatically comes out of Josh's paycheck and is deposited into a checking account from which the van is paid.
When we initially set it up we rounded up.
Tonight, I found a little over $800 sitting in the account cause from us rounding up!

While I really didn't want to stay up and do finances with my hubby, I love going to bed $800 richer!

Babywearing Safety and My Friend Hy!

Undercover Mother

This is my friend's blog, she is a babywearer and one of the leaders of the Lake County Babywearers, a group devoted to helping caregivers learn the art of babywearing and how it applies to their lives.

I was wanting to blog about the Infantino recall and the warnings that will soon be all over the news but, of course, Hyacynth said it more eloquently then I ever could.

So if you don't know Hyacynth or don't yet follow her blog, please let me introduce to you...

Hyacynth

Ramble: Facebook toxic?

The enemy is stalking me on facebook.

I can be having a great day, feeling good about myself, my family, my faith, then I log on facebook and the doubts sink in. Why didn't I get invited? Why isn't he replying to my wall post? Why, why, why! I HATE THIS FEELING!

I know everyone has different priorities and I don't judge others for theirs (okay, to be completely honest, sometimes I do). But I cant presume to know what is going on in someones day but sometimes when I log onto FB that's exactly what I do!

There are times it feels like evil is trying sneak in wherever it can, like the way an animal bolts out of the front door when you leave it open just a little too long.

I love being able to keep up with people I haven't talked to in years and I LOVE being able to stay involved with my friends that I used to see everyday. FB helps me to feel more connected to others around me. Then other times it just feels TOXIC!

I know this says more about me than anyone else, it goes directly to my state of mind. Just like a comedy isn't as funny if you go into it in a bad mood. And maybe I haven't been in a real bright place lately... I haven't been sleeping well, had a 24 hour migraine, and I really felt hung out to dry recently.

I'm really not sure where to go from here. This is turning into more of a ramble than I had intended. I had a point but lost it somewhere.

Surprise: Hooray!

A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"
"Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
"Hosanna in the highest!"
(Matthew 21:8-9)

"Hooray! Hooray! Jesus is our King today!"
(Brenna and the other MOPS kids)



Today at MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) we got such a lovely surprise: they brought, not quite all, the kids up to sing for us. They marched in waving palm branches, holding little signs and saying, "hooray, hooray, Jesus is our King today!" It was absolutely precious. All the kiddies got up on the stage and then they sang us a song, of which I've already forgotten. But it was cute none the less.
It was great! I was so proud of my little girl. I don't know what I was expecting but she marched in and gave me a kiss (I was sitting in the marching path), stood up there and sang and then gave me a kiss on the way out. I don't know if I was thinking she'd want to stay with me or if she'd mess around on the stage but she didn't do either. She looked like such a big little kid. Like she's growing up or something.