Friday, January 30, 2009

For the record...

...the first time your kid poops in the tub it's pretty funny. The second time, not so much.

Friday, January 23, 2009


I thought my mammaw was going to die today. She went by ambulance to the emergency room this morning. Her symptoms were practically identical to those of my dad the morning he had his heart attack and passed away. Long story short, Mammaw is fine, stomach virus or something.
This mornings drama led me to think of my dad a lot today. There were lots of deep breaths and heavy sighs as I thought of him. No tears, mostly warm fuzzies followed by empty aches.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

"Yes, Lord."

I was reading scripture today....OK, some of you are rolling your eyes and about to surf away.... this is important to me so don't surf if you're interested in learning more about the core of who I am.

So, I was reading scripture today, John 21, where Peter is reinstated. If you will remember, earlier Peter denied knowing Christ 3 times, just as Christ prophesied. Well in John 21, Christ appears to his disciples and asks Peter, "Do you love me?" Peter replies, "Yes." Christ asks him 3 times and Peter responds 3 times. I love that Peter had the opportunity to look at Christ and tell Him that he loved Him the same number of times that he had denied him. And I love that Christ sought out Peter to give him this opportunity. God is so good to follow us around and ask, "Do you love me?" Who in this world can say that they know Christ solely on their own acts or merits? None of us. Who in this world is holy and blameless by anything they have done? None of us.

God is so good because every time I start to walk away from Him, He finds me and asks, "Do you love me?"

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Ok so I've been MIA through the holidays. My sister and brother-in-law stayed with us and it was fabulous. We also have a contract for lease/purchase on our home. This is not as good as selling it but it puts money in our pocket and we will close within a year hopefully, two at the most.
While this all should be blogworthy, it didn't get me running to the computer like this next nugget. My son pooped in the tub. Nothing says motherhood like fishing poo out of the tub. I drained the water, refilled the tub and ....... he pooped again. So this pic is one elmo tub mat, one dinosaur toy, and three tubs of water later.