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Wrinkles. Eye Bags. Fat.

JG 922

I caught myself staring into nowhere as I sat outside. The breeze lifted my hair and then laid it back down. It had a slight coolness to it reminding me that another summer was coming to an end. Another. Summer. How many summers had I seen come and go? Where does time go?

My heart almost ached as I thought of the years that had gone by. My youth had slipped away, almost silently.

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It’s Hard to Complain


It’s hard for me to complain about the bad night’s sleep I had last night when my friend was up all night with her child who was in the hospital screaming in pain from the side-effects of his cancer treatments.

It’s hard for me to complain that I had to get up to come into work when my friend hasn’t gotten to go to bed yet.

It’s hard for me to complain about my dog waking me up in the middle of the night to potty when her child can’t sleep because he literally can’t potty.

It’s hard for me to complain that my son woke me up at midnight because he locked his keys in his truck when my friend just wants to see her child live to be a teenager.

It’s hard for me to complain that my weekend was too short when my friend just had one of the longest weekends of her life trying to comfort her little boy.

It’s hard for me to complain that my bed makes my back ache when my friend has spent the majority of this year sitting in a chair all night beside her son at the hospital.

It’s hard to complain when you realize your life is pretty wonderful and you are amazingly blessed.

Please say a prayer for Marilyn and for Cub as they fight his childhood Leukemia.

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The Puddle of Overflowing Ick

Any moms out there?

I just want to take a second to speak to you. Sometimes life is overwhelming. And, there are times when you are already at full capacity and one more thing is added to your “now I have to deal with this too?” list. You wonder how you are going to find the energy to deal with this new revelation about your child, your spouse, your family (whatever it may be).

Been there?

I have. Unfortunately, more than once!

You know what? God was not surprised! He wasn’t! So. As I step into the puddle of overflowing ick (again), I’m looking to my Father and saying, “Will You hold my hand through this? I need Your help. I’m not sure what to say or what to do. But, I know You will help me every step of the way.”

Be encouraged. 

Isaiah 41:13 (VOICE)

After all, it is I, the Eternal One your God, who has hold of your right hand, Who whispers in your ear, “Don’t be afraid. I will help you.”

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In the Grumpy Groggy Times


Through the cobwebs and grogginess in my head I hear the chime on my phone playing “Good Morning”. While the little song is somewhat cheery, that is the last thing I feel when it goes off. My hand searches for the phone. Finding it, my eyes try to locate the “dismiss” button. The light from the phone is overwhelming so I close my eyes and barely squint through one eye attempting to turn it off.

By this time, my husband is completely frustrated and growls, “You still don’t know how to turn that off?” I wisely ignore the comment, press the button and drop my phone. At this point, the puppy is scratching at the bed ready to go out. I plop my head, face down, into my pillow and wish it was all a dream. 

Adulthood. Motherhood. Jobs. Responsibilities. Relationships. Many mornings as I reluctantly pull myself out of bed I wonder, “Is this really all there is to life? I don’t want to be an adult today. 

Been there? 

Little girls can’t wait to be teenagers.

Teenagers can’t wait to be adults.

They dream of their perfect job with the perfect salary and the perfect husband and perfect children. They will live in the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood and drive the perfect car. They will be perfectly happy all the time and life will be—PERFECT.


It is highly unlikely any of them will have lives that even come close to resembling perfection.  Why? Because LIFE happens. Life—reality.  A job with conflict that pays too little. Layoffs. A husband who eats too much or watches too much TV…or maybe he isn’t romantic enough or doesn’t pay enough attention. The kids are constantly sick, they don’t sleep enough, they are sloppy, and always need something. Someone else always has a bigger fancier home. The neighbors are continuously upset about something and the car keeps breaking down.

Ahhhh—This is life—REAL LIFE. 

— Back to my morning. It’s at these times…the grumpy groggy times…that I have to remind myself that life isn’t about me. It isn’t about my job and whether or not I like it. It’s not about having to get up when I’d rather sleep. It’s about Christ. What can I do for Him today? Who might need a word of encouragement from me? I need to remember to appreciate the man God gave to me—as a gift.  My children are a blessing, not a chore, and I am so lucky to have them.

Our society tells us that we should focus on ourselves—our desires, our wants, our happiness. But, the more I get into the Word, the more I find that kind of thinking is contrary to God’s heart.  Frankly, if we’d quit seeking our own happiness, we would likely find ourselves much happier.

So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective. –Colossians 3:1-2 MSG

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We Eat Cold Food


I bet some of you are new moms, right? Then, there are some of you who have young children, or perhaps you are like me, and have older teens or young adults at home. Maybe your children have moved out. Perhaps you now have a grandchild living with you. Regardless, we all have a common bond.

We eat cold food.


Someone asked me once if I needed to reheat my food because it had gotten cold while I took care of something. My reply? “Nah. That’s okay. I’m used to cold food. I’m a mom.”

Can you relate? I know you can. The children always take priority. They decide they need to nurse or need their bottle just as you sit to eat. Or, they decide dinner time is potty time. Maybe a homework emergency or clothing emergency takes place at the same time your plate hits the table.

Hey, who needs warm food anyway? It’s over-rated. I mean, you have to blow on it which takes extra effort. And, you know, eating alone at the table because everyone else is done and off to next thing—well, it’s peaceful, right?

Or lonely. Yah. It can be lonely. It’s frustrating. Who am I kidding? I would love to have a warm, even hot, meal. I’d love to relax while I eat and enjoy a laugh or two.

When we are young we fantasize about getting married and having a baby. We dream about the love affair we will have with our children. I remember visualizing making cookies together and singing songs together. What did I get? Cold food.

Children are a blessing. But, they are hard work. We have to pour ourselves into them. They may show us gratefulness. But, then again, they may just spit up on us. Our job is difficult. Our job is endless. Our job is often thankless. Our job is–the greatest job on the planet.

So, enjoy those cold mashed potatoes. They mean you area a Mommy.

Psalm 127:3 Version (NIV) Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him.

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Motherhood, Cuddles and the Three P’s

I am the mom of a 20 year old and a 16 year old.

I’ve been known to walk down my hallway, looking at pictures of my little boys, while tearing up at the innocent little faces staring back at me. My mind goes back to all of the snuggles and cuddles…the years when I was their everything.

*Sigh* Oh, how I wish those days were still here.

Or. Do. I.

As I mentioned before, about six weeks ago my husband came home with a puppy. So. I am a mommy again, so-to-speak. And now things are coming back to me from years gone by.

You see, Echo comes to get me at 3:30 most mornings to potty. Did you get that? He comes to me. Always. He comes to my side of the bed, whimpers, and I dutifully get up and take him out. Then around 5:00 a.m. we do the same thing. It seems I remember my boys doing the this as well. They never came into the bedroom, walked to their dad’s side of the bed and told him what they needed. No. They came to me. Always.

Ah…it’s all coming back to me now. Motherhood…

Two nights in a row, the puppy threw up. Beside me. Me.  Oh yes, I remember the nights of cleaning up puke at 1:00 a.m. while my husband slept. Hmmm… Motherhood.

The other morning before daylight, Echo just needed someone. So, he got me. I shuffled into the living room trying not to open my eyes too widely so I could go back to sleep. I curled up on the couch. He jumped up beside me, placed his nose on my cheek and fell asleep with his puppy breath in my face.

How many nights was I called out of my sleep by, “Mommy?” coming from the other room? I would make my way, bleary-eyed, into the room and lay down beside my baby…as his sweet-stinky breath filtered into my nose.

Yah. It’s all coming back to me. I miss their cuddles. I miss their snuggles. I miss being their Wonder Woman. But, I have to say, I don’t miss the late nights…the three P’s (puke, pee and poop). I am ready to enjoy the new phase of life we are headed into…adulthood.

I love the men my boys are becoming.

I’ll wait for the sweet cuddles and snuggles of grand-sweeties…(It will be years, but I will wait). I’ll let their parents deal with the three P’s in the middle of the night. Bwahahaha.

In the meantime, it looks like Echo will keep me in practice.

Remember to enjoy every phase of your life. Each one comes with so many blessings. Make wonderful memories…they are treasures.

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