Celebrating 9 years of silliness
Aside from getting into a fight with a cabinet the first day of my break (and acquiring a Harry Potter like mark on my forehead), I had a wonderful, wonderful, super time being offline.
I love being offline so much, that I’m probably going to stay offline much more. I gained perspective, was able to see things in my life more clearly, and just enjoyed the illusion that I had no online responsiblities (AKA no stress).
Grand I tell you, grand.
So what does this mean for the blog? It means that I am only going to post when I feel inspired to write. I don’t want to write just to write. I want to write when I have something to say, not something conjured up. Sometimes this means I’ll write every day for a week, and sometimes you may not see anything on here for two months. So it goes. I’m at peace.
When I first started blogging four years ago, I couldn’t wait to get online in the evenings and write because I loved it so much. I wrote every day, and I looked forward to it. Now, not so much. So, I’m making happy changes. 🙂
I’m going to own my life (insomuch as that is possible), and make decisions that genuinely make me happy and that honor my family. A girl only has time for so much in her life.
Here’s to life!
“Christianity is the gospel of the failed, of the ungodly, the unable, the unwilling, who simply woke up one day invited to God’s house and went. Period.” John Lynch
A wind has been blowing through my world.
The Spirit, His Spirit, the One wrapped up with mine has been been shaking things up in my heart this week. He has been wooing me back to the heart of the gospel, the heart of what it means to be a Christian.
When He first wooed me I was a little girl. Tucked under covers and teddy bear under my arm, I asked “God” to find my sister. She had been taken by her father, so the story went, and my mom didn’t know where she was.
Read the rest at (in)courage today.
I love sweet tea. I lived in the South for awhile and ADORE southern food (shout out to fried okra!) and the sweet tea they are known for.
Are you ready for some real southern sweet tea?! Oh yea, it’s sweet alright…this recipe is straight from a southern granny’s recipe!
Here is what you’ll need:
6 regular tea bags
1/8 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups boiling water
1 1/2 cups sugar (or 2 cups if you’re really southern)
6 cups cold water
Notice the Luzianne tea – it MUST be Luzianne people!
Here’s what to do:
1. In a large glass measuring cup, place the tea bags and add the baking soda.
This is a repost from my old blog, but I made the tea tonight and thought I should share the delish here. 🙂
They were outside playing and he said he didn’t want to get wet.
She doused him anyway.
My sweet, wonderful, full of fun helper doused the boy who didn’t want to get wet. She figured it was all fun.
And then he went missing. “Where is Caed?” I asked her. “He came in before us” she replied.
Ah, he was hiding in his bedroom underneath his blanket. He was soaked and when I went to tickle him (thinking he was hiding for fun), he looked up at me with tear wet eyes and said, “I didn’t want to get wet, and I told her that.”
My children love Miss A, and she loves them and never wants to hurt them or make them sad. She was just playing with them and having fun and had no idea the boy would be so upset. She is so humble and sweet and she went to the boy and said she was sorry. Of course he forgave her, and they went on as usual. But a lesson is learned.
We must respect one another.
I believe that respecting our children is of the utmost importance. I want them to know that when they say “no” or “stop” that they should be listened to, respected. If I’m tickling my babes and they say stop, I stop. If I go to rub their back and they say stop, I stop (and I don’t make them feel guilty for it). We should not be offended if our children don’t feel like hugging, or being tickled, or playing ball, or getting wet, or whatever. They are growing into who they are and what they like and don’t like, and we need to respect their boundaries.
Just as we want our boundaries respected.
They need to know that what they say matters, that we care about their opinions and feelings and bents. It’s not only how we respect them, it’s how we gain their trust.
And I want the trust of my children.
I bet you do to.
Let’s listen to our babes and offer them a safe place to grow and learn and stretch into who they are. Let’s respect those little loves of ours.
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I am void for words.
I feel like I have so much to say, but I can’t articulate anything.
Even though God is revealing me and maturing me, it’s as though I can’t speak about it yet. I’m walled up, I’m stopped, and I’ve got nothing. I have a deep peace and I am in awe of God’s love for me, yet…
I’m going to listen for awhile, continue in the revealing, and write when the words come. That might be tomorrow or in a month. I’m not sure.
“I’ve come to believe that there are no together people. Only those who dress better than others.” Andy, Bo’s Cafe