Productivity

What can I say...

Makeup on little kids produces alternate personalities.

Kindergarten field trips produce blisters and the realization that I just might have survived the last few years with a sense of humor still intact.

Knitting produces a calm collected momma.

Yes I know winter is over.

Snuggling produces her feeling a little more secure. Is she still stuck to my leg when I drop her off at preschool?

Yes.

Truth produces trust and rest.

Know what else produces rest? A vacation. I'm so rested I don't know what to do with myself!

I'm sure I'll think of something.

Here and there

There

A vacation with friends=just what I needed. Laughing until you cry is good for mommas. The End.

See y'all next week!

What we do in our spare time

Sickies

Both of the girls have croup. It was a rough night and morning. Now we're home and look forward to the lingering affects of their steroid shots.

Lucky me!

Reading, writing, and no arithmetic

I love to read. I've been re-reading 1000 Gifts these last few weeks and it's beautiful. I seek out ways to turn glory to God when my heart is aware of His gifts. They're everywhere. I'm also reading about grace, because I think I'm finally on the edge of understanding it. I've never been given such grace as I have in the last few years. I'm seeing it for what it is-not a reward or a form of payment for my hard work, but a gift. And I hope with all I am that I've given it more lately. Nothing will make your heart happier than grace.

I told someone my story this week and found myself using the words "grace" and "provision" more than "pain" and "betrayal," so I know firsthand about restorative grace. It was with an empty request for help I stood before Him and in return I felt grace pour over me. I felt life come back into my body and love back into my heart. Only God can do that.

I've been writing too, in a secret place where I don't have to use spellcheck (!!) or think through who might be reading. Y'all talk about therapeutic. My goal is to make time to empty my head onto paper on days that I feel overwhelmed. It's not as often, no. It happens though.

Did I think a day would come that I could just walk happily along without thinking about the heavy stuff? No. No way. I have days like that too though! I do. Restorative grace. It's life-giving. It restores hope and you know how I feel about hope. I fear I may try to make a future pet or child Hope, which would be fine as long as I didn't name them both that. That reminds me...did you know I named Charlie after my favorite dog? True story. Do y'all worry about my sanity?

Don't answer that.

If you give a girl a baseball bat

She will love it for approximately 35 minutes. She will take it all in and eat the cheers up. Around minute 36, though, she may start feeling tired.

Then she may just give up and sit down in the middle of an inning.

Then spend that last 20 minutes playing games in the dugout.

Welcome to the big leagues baby girl. We gotta build up your endurance.

Flashback Friday

When Ty was 2 he went through the hunter-gatherer phase and emptied my makeup drawer daily.

Sometimes multiple times daily.

I don't miss those days.

Sure it was a great time filler and it kept him close by while I was feeding Charlie and getting dressed but he didn't like putting it all back into the drawer. Apparently unloading was the fun part. I'm still working on teaching him to put stuff away. Toys, clothes, it's a constant hassle. I guess I'm not great at teaching that part. If you've seen my car you know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

You know what he's into right now?

Legos.

God help me.

Y'all if I step on one more Lego I'm gonna lose it.

Happy Friday y'all.