Source: itworksforbobbi.com via Sugar_Mama on Pinterest Daniel and I have been waiting for a phone call. He has been super patient; carrying on with his life, not obsessing about it. Where I have been trying ever so hard to be patient but it just IS. NOT. WORKING. I’m journaling about it. I’m praying about [...]
Saw this over at Kate’s, Little Miss Momma’s, and Rags to Stitches. I loved reading theirs… it’s fun to read about people and find ways we all relate, & the things we have in common. This probably isn’t the best timing to write as I’ve been a tad weepy lately. I’m Weird Because -I don’t [...]
He was there every morning no matter the elements. In the winter he was bundled with a thin coat and frayed stocking cap and in the rain he carried with him a faded umbrella. There were a few mornings I didn’t see him and I often wondered who he chose to pray for on those [...]
This is an on-going journal to my daughter for her to read later… and also for anyone else that may find it helpful. Here’s to raising daughters! My mom used to say that phrase to me, and it has been applicable to many stages of my life. This too shall pass my dear Daughter. When [...]
I get it. My kids all attend public schools and that means they’ll learn things that we didn’t teach in our home. We have a lot of conversations with our kids. We discuss the hot topics like homosexuality, drugs, sex, evolution, politics, etc. And we’ve always told them that it’s okay for people to have [...]
I will send my children off to school tomorrow morning. As I type this I’m struggling with keeping it together in front of the daycare kids, I don’t want them to see me upset, as it upsets them. The lump in my throat is getting tighter and tighter and my chest is aching. Teen becomes [...]
There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling. ~Mirabel Osler It’s my place to dig my hands in the dirt. Clear my head. Find excitement in each new bud of growth. And talk to God. My garden [...]
