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Just Right
Dinner tonight. Piper Finn asks, “Pray?” Of course I let her. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She puts her two inch hands over her four inch face. She speaks. “God. Magnus. Feel better. Daddy. Safe. AMEN!” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
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He Does
“Jesus screws everything up.” I just read that statement on a blog I recently discovered. It wasn’t an anti-Jesus blog. Not at all. It was actually an amazing story about love and restoration and hope. And a man who allowed himself to be a part of God’s plan for redemption when he really wanted to take another path. But Jesus screwed that up. Because He does that. You want revenge? Oh, I don’t think you can have that AND exhibit God’s love. (You know, the very love that saved you.) Want to wallow in your own self-pity? Shoot. Foiled again. What about this? I just want to serve me. I…
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Make My Dreams Come True
I want one. No, not a new husband. Certainly not another baby. The mini silver miracle known as a Mac laptop. I want one. Who wants to help me?
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The High Cost of Education
This is a warning. A disclaimer, if you must. This is a post about homeschooling. It’s not the best educational choice for every family. It may not be for yours. That’s not what I am saying. But it is a choice that our family has made for the past four years for our oldest daughter Riley. And it has not been an easy one. Not at all. (Few important choices are really easy – right?) This year is different. On so many levels. In light of, because of, not even having to do with some of those differences, we made a different choice for Riley this year. Riley is attending…
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Bang Up Job
Guess who cut her own hair? And did a remarkably decent job. (With only a few minor adjustments by our in-house hair stylist Kevin.) This is the same five year old who recently approached her nickname-loving father and respectfully inquired, “Daddy, I don’t care for being called Mo-Town any longer. Will you please only call me Mosely?”
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Dining Out
We don’t eat out all that often. You can imagine why. (It isn’t the behavior of our children, actually, thank you very much.) It’s the cost, you know. There’s really no way around the truth. There is almost nothing, not even the cheapest of fast food meals, that can be purchased at a restaurant that is actually cheaper than something you can make at home. Not to mention healthier. (Don’t get me started. Don’t even get me started.) Part of the beauty of vacation, however, is not preparing meals. So on our recent Tybee Island vacation, we ate out. A lot. You name it – we probably tried it. The…
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Right Now & Forever
So I have had these thoughts mulling around in my brain for a while now. Thoughts about the past. Which cause thoughts about the future. I like to dwell on yesterday. And the yesterdays before that yesterday. Oh so many yesterdays. I just let my mind sit still in last week, last month, last year. And then I think about tomorrow. And the next tomorrow. And the tomorrow that will follow that tomorrow. And all of the next weeks and months and years. Decades even. I just think on and on about the tomorrows I know nothing about. But what’s wrong with all that thinking? I’m pretty sure Paul said…
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A Question
Asked in complete seriousness. “Mom, when I grow up can I be a boy singer and still be a superhero too?”
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Do It Yourself
Look at these cute bags. We made them ourselves. We took the idea from our favorite magazine – FamilyFun – so I cannot claim original creativity here. It was so easy. (And it has to be for an amateur at the sewing machine such as myself.) The kids all picked a favorite too-little t-shirt. I cut the bottom off and turned it inside out before stitching it together. (With purple thread because I have no idea how to change the bobbin thread. I need help with that. Soon. Yes, this is me begging. Don’t teach me. Just do it for me.) I also trimmed down the neck and the sleeves…
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While You Were Sleeping
I was feeding Wilder in his bedroom. I finished. I walked to the kitchen and was greeted by a wild scene. Two small children, one two, the other four, stood before me. Looking sheepish. And guilty. And white. Looking very white. “What?” I started to say. I quickly realized that the white that had settled on their entire beings, from toes to roots of hair to cheeks to the two stuffed animals carried in their arms, was from powder. I could see it everywhere. I could smell it. Wait a minute. While I was feeding Wilder weren’t these two playing in our bedroom? With their father? Or so I thought.…
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The Truth
Who wants to be real today? Really real. You know, my favorite posts are the ones that offer some insight, some truth, however small it is. This isn’t one of those posts. I also sort of like the ones that are just plain funny. Where you see how hilarious kids can be when they just open their mouths. You won’t find that here today. Today is just a regular day. With a regular message. Or no message really. All of these things that I write? These little bits of insight here and there? The God-inspired ones? They only feel true sometimes. Even if they are true all the time. So…
