Faithful Mommy

Relevant

I am so excited to be going to The Relevant Conference. I don't know a single person. Not one! I do expect to know many before I leave though. What a blessing to be able to go learn and fellowship with these Christian women. Woohoo!

Incredible

I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted what I have asked of him.

1 Samuel 1:27

Him: I was just thinking about what mommies do for kids.

Me: Oh, well like what?

Him:  “Mommies , well, they give you a band aid if you get hurt. They give you a bath and keep you clean. Mommies read to you and if your sick they help you feel better.”

Him;: “ Well, mommies just do incredible things.”

My heart be still.

How does this child, so small, just fill my heart to overflowing? Why does he create for me, a beautiful butterfly and draw me a sweet picture when I don’t even really deserve such wonders?

  

Does he even know how I cherish our love bantering?

Him: I love you.

Me: I love you more.

Him: No mommy, I love you more than the whole world and with my whole self.

Me: Ahh, but I love you more than the whole world and with my whole self…and I’m bigger.

Him: Awww, I shoulda thought of that!

Could he possibly understand that to cuddle on the sofa “wif “ him is a joy beyond comprehension?

My little boy is growing up so fast. I knew it would happen. I’ve done this before.

His “Bun-Bun” will be put away and he will no longer suck his thumb. He won’t need me to read his Bible stories at night – he will do it himself.

I know all too well that the cuddling will end and the eyes will start rolling when I profess my love.

For now though, I will stop what I’m doing to cuddle. I will read Bible stories to him and I will melt every time I see him sucking his thumb and loving on “Bun-Bun.”

If there is anything incredible about this mommy, it is that God chose me to be his mommy.

 

 

 

 

Pumpkin Time

Today, the kiddos and I joined some friends at the pumpkin patch. We had a great time. It was a great time of friends, food and fellowship.

 

This is THE place to go on your search for “The Great Pumpkin” if you live anywhere in the Atlanta area. If you miss this, you miss out!!

Here are a few of the sights.

 

The Praying Mantis that was possibly the highlight of the day!

 

 

JII and Six. They just adore each other. 

We bought some of this to decorate our table for fall.

This is a blue color. So pretty!!

Love it!

  JII looking so happy.

Six looking contemplative.

The kiddos - minus 2

(and yes, JII wore his cape)

And last...

I have a total fear of these. They just scare me!!

Needless to say, I  ummm, didn't go!

Ode To Love

 The night was cool. I remember only because some people had blankets. Not us - The Geneva County High School Band. We were performing. It was half-time. I was a member of the prestigious "Flag Corp." Yes, I was very important in the grand scheme of things.  

This was an important game for both schools. We were rivals - our schools being only six miles apart. We were pumped because it was also the first game of the season.   We marched, twirled and entertained. We were just that good. Bwahahaha.  

As it turned out, I was being watched. Girls, you need to know - he was a SENIOR! Mmmhhmmm. A senior. I was only a sophomore, so this was a big bonus in his favor. I was not yet allowed to date, but still a senior taking notice was nice.  

When we came off the field, a mutual friend introduced me to this admirer. He was cute, however, just a tidge shorter than me. You may laugh, but realize that I also had on some smokin'  white.to.the.knee boots. With heels. I was a good three inches taller on this cool September night. One of the popular songs on the radio that year was called "Short People." I'm just sayin."  

Anyway, we chatted then it was time for me to return to the stands for the remainder of the game. I didn't see him again that night. Although, he started calling me soon after. I was intrigued, but not particularly interested. Turns out, he was interested enough for both of us!   One day about a month later, my phone rang and he asked me out. I boldly said yes! If you recall, I was not allowed to date yet. Now what ?  

I talked to my mom first. She sent me up the ranks to ask my dad. My dad was military. That's all I'll say about that. I was scared. I knew the rules and here I was planning to ask him to change his mind. So I could date. Right!   My little skinny, knobby knees ( oh how I miss those) were banging together as I explained to my great big daddy that I had sorta, kinda accepted a date with a boy. A senior boy. With a car. Could I pleeeeeaaaaasssse go?  

My daddy said yes! Unbelievable! Even now, it amazes me that he agreed (he later regretted this, but that is a different story).   As it turned out, that senior boy won my heart. He loves to tell people about what I was wearing when he first saw me. Short shorts. Purple short shorts. He liked 'em!  

That cool September night was a history maker. It was the night I met my future husband. It was thirty-three years ago. It was six children and nine grandchildren (almost eleven) ago. It was many happy days and many sad days ago. It was many loving days and many hurtful days ago. A lot of ups and downs. An ebb and flow.

Thirty-three years is a long time. It is also a blink of an eye.   This story could have easily been finished years ago. If not for the grace of our Lord Jesus, it probably would be.   Praise Him, He saw us through.

He is still doing it. Without Him to lead us, we would have been so lost, so broken and so weak.   Thank you Lord, for my sweet husband. Thank you for his love of purple short shorts all those years ago. Thanks for allowing him to love me now that those skinny days are behind me and this face is no longer a youthful one.

Organized chaos

I heart organization. I am a collector of all things organizational. Yet, I am easily the most unorganized mom on the planet. Sigh. I have the bins and boxes. I have the boards - magnetic, cork, memo etc. I have cute things and ordinary things. Still, what I have the most of is ... PILES. Piles of papers. Homework, finished work, things to work on work, notes, reminders, Scholastic book order forms and on and on. I have stacks in the kitchen, the guest room close to the kitchen, the laundry room close to the kitchen and the butlers pantry close to the kitchen. It's not pretty. Most of all, it is NOT organized. One could argue ( yes I have) that the piles are sorta kinda organized. Maybe. I do know which pile to look in for what I am looking for. That's something to rejoice about. That makes the glass half full. You just can't find a glass full or otherwise due to the PILES! So, I confess. I am addicted to organizational *things* yet am severely organizationally challenged. It is sad. My hubby thinks "insane" is a much better word choice. There could be an argument for that. I do admit medication could be implied here. How about you? Are you organized or organized challenged? What tips can you offer?

That small still voice

I am a southern girl. I like to talk. I started talking early and haven't been quiet since. My own daddy was forever offering me monetary gain to  "just be quiet for five minutes."

Unfortunately, for him, money was of no consequence to me. I never collected any funds and he never got the peace and quiet that he so desired.

I have since learned to listen. I am still a work in progress. I know the One to whom I should be listening. It is my hearts desire to be an attentive listener to the One that lives in my heart. I confess it is not always easy and there are days that I rush things and think up my own answers. Not advisable.

I have been trying to start writing on this blog again. My husband and I have prayed about it. What would God have me do?  I have posts that come to mind (witty and wonderful of course) and The Lord says wait. Okay.

So we prayed some more. For a while now The Lord has been telling me what to do. Write with purpose. Huh?  Explain please. Write with purpose. He tells me repeatedly. Write with purpose. Write with purpose. If you don't think God talks to His children, you probably just need to listen more. I did. I do. I will.

I will write this blog with purpose. I am listening to my Heavenly Father in a way that I never did to my earthly one (sorry daddy). I will write this blog to glorify my King. I will continue to write about my family, my children, adoption, special needs, Deafness, cochlear implants, Trans racial adoption, foster care and more. This time, however, it will be with purpose. It will be to honor my Savior.

I am listening.