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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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Thirty is SO old (Sarah’s Sunday Huddle)


When I was a little girl, bedtime was imagination time. After my mom tucked me in, my mind would take me to all kinds of places. I had a Holly Hobbie doll (which is now considered vintage, but let’s not talk about that!) who came alive after dark. She was about two feet tall and I loved her. Many nights I was her mommy and she was my little girl. We played out all kinds of scenarios…

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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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Parenting Heaven

We took a little four-day mini-vacation this week-end. Our son had a baseball tournament out-of-town and we went along for “support”. Usually we stay in the same motel as the team, but by the time we made our reservations, they were booked. So, we got a room at a hotel about five minutes away.

As we drove to the hotel, I looked at my husband and said, “Is this the first time we have been alone in a motel for…for…for twenty years?!” He looked at me, shaking his head, “yes”. Wow. We sat in silence thinking about the milestone we were about to celebrate.

We walked into the hotel, got our card keys and headed up the elevator in silence. As we walked down the hall, we felt a reverence regarding the moment that was about to take place. Sliding the key in, I held my breath. The door opened and there it was, a King Sized Bed.

We smiled.

Quickly we  laid our luggage down, changed our clothes, slid into bed and…and..and…we took a TWO HOUR NAP!

It was heavenly. HEAVENLY.

We did that the next day as well.


Finally I get it.

When your children grow up, you get to sleep again. Alone. For hours.

It’s a beautiful thing. Beautiful. .

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