Big Whooping

As I fumble through life many times I get so discouraged. I feel like I just can’t meet the expectations put on me.  I want so badly to be a soft spoken hero to my children. Instead when I talk it sounds like I use a megaphone, and why would they want to follow this kooky old woman! There are so many days I feel like a “Loony Tune.” I ask myself so many times “What kind of example am I being to my children?” Why doesn’t my brain ever go on “STOP” mode, why is it always going 100 miles per hour? Why do I feel guilty when I sit and do nothing? Do I really believe “Every need is my calling?”  Then I get on my knees and pray for God to multiply the hours in my day so I can get it all done. Then it happens “BAM” the big “WHOOPING”. God says “Hold your...

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Silly Goose

A few weeks ago my husband and I were asleep when suddenly our youngest daughter Sari startled us. Just as I was going to ask “Whats wrong honey”?  my husband  grabbed her hand and asked, “Are you okay?”  Sari  looked at him so seriously and replied “Im looking at you daddy“, It was so matter of fact. My husbands response caused my heart to skip a beat as I thanked God for this man. His reply was, “What is a beautiful princess like you looking at an old toad like me.” Her angelic response was, “Silly goose  because your my Daddy and I love you”  It was such a tender moment between them. I could see the tears in his eyes. This little girl didn’t see a man who looked like a grandpa with his  silver...

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Billy Bob

So many times as the mother of Special needs kids I have been baffled and confused. Recently as I was schooling my son I asked him a simple question. As he looked at me his beautiful blue eyes lit up and he quickly stood up with a smile that seemed to make him glow. This was for sure a “Kodak” moment. He answered my question and he was right on the button. I told his brothers and sisters to give him a hand and he proudly took a bow. He was pretty stinking cute!! I was reminded of Jesus and how he taught his disciples. Jesus knew scripture inside and out. Yet instead of choosing the Pharisee’s who were knowledgeable in the law whom did he choose? He chose uneducated “fishermen!” Instead of having theological conversations and debates he...

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Giving Thanks

One of my favorite holidays is Thanksgiving. I love being in the kitchen cooking with my girls laughing and talking too them as we prepare a glorious meal. This year was not like that for me and my my girls at all. My girls pretty much kicked me out of the kitchen (nicely) and wanted to prepare the meal with out me. They wanted to take ownership and allow me to rest, on their part it was a kind deed but for me it was a valuable lesson Let me share my thoughts. How many of us really surrender completely. We go and pray and ask God to fill us with his Spirit then we think we are ready to go through are day.  We go to work, take care of our children, and then we go about the day and do what ever it is that needs to get done or what ever we have planned. We might...

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“Where’s My Cream”

This morning was a usual morning for me I woke up at 4:30 read scripture, news and then got out of bed at 5:00. As I walked down stairs to turn the coffee on I could hardly wait for my morning cup of coffee. There are days I want to go to bed early just so I can sip that first cup of coffee.  I have the coffee down to a science so that it tastes the same every morning including a special heavy cream. As I poured the dark brew in a new mug because my favorite mug just got broken. (that’s a whole other story) I could hardly wait to take that first sip. All you coffee drinkers I’m sure can relate. I go to the refrigerator to get my special cream to pour in my coffee and to my dismay it’s not on the top shelf.  I move everything around and still my cream is nowhere...

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Broken and Beautiful

This weekend I was at a conference and I saw many disturbing pictures of orphans around the world. There were orphans who were starving, sex trafficked, used for child labor and many just badly abused. As I took in all those hurting faces I could not wonder why some children are born into families with loving arms and others are born into arms who try but can’t take the burden of another child. Or how about the arms that hold tight to their loved ones but don’t have the strength to hold them as their babies are ripped from their arms and sold for food so they can survive My heart ached as I thought these could have been my children. It was then I saw a picture of a little boy in a scant white night gown curled in a ball lying on cold cement. The most heart...

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