Compassion, ya'll.

Ok, so the title doesn't quite scream out intelligence. Matter of fact, I probably need to change it. (No, Jenny, just roll with it.)  I'm going into a small tad of Tuesday morning, social-media confession, I scan my Facebook from my smart phone in the mornings before I arise. (Guilty.) I lie and tell myself it's for news purposes. (I know. I know. It's a lie.) A top story shared by KARK and Fox16 provides the details of an Arkansas Death Row Inmate's death at our local county hospital. I click the link. Joe Dansby, a convicted man of Capitol Murder (2 counts), died. Then, I scroll the comments. (WHY? Why else, it's social media. No really, why did I subject myself to that?)  There it begins. The comments. My heart is empty sick as if my heart had vomited as violent as first trimester morning sickness or bad buffet meat.  As it is, my mind bounces back between the created images of the victims to Mr. Dansby's crimes to inmate photo of Mr. Dansby to the mourning Dansby family to comments of  "saving tax payers money" and (this one... really got me, you may want to skip it.) "kill them all." (I forewarned you.) Death. Death is a loss regardless of the point of origin. My mind again begins to fill with images, only this time, with the images of the cross. My Savior there between the two other convicted men, the compassion that flowed from the middle cross and continues to flow today. Where would I be without that compassion? I'll can guess. LOST. DONE. DEATH. And a good chance with my road rage and other female contributed anger, possibly a convict with the ADC. (Joking, but you get my point*.) Compassion somehow gets mixed with judgment to make an ugly color. My mind holds compassion as this brilliant red that washes everything white, pure, gracefully sparkling; isn't that how it worked over 2000 years ago.  (And still working today I might add!) Then my minds rushes to the thief on the cross, what his face may have looked like, possibly like Inmate Dansby, to the crowd that appeared that day to watch those on the crosses suffer and die. Then I want to comment, "Compassion, ya'll." Jesus did it. Hello. (or HelllllRRR in my bestest Madea voice) That means we ALL should too!

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 

**Dear Reader.
I  too have many moments of non-compassion of which my Savior and I chat about on a daily basis. If you are reading this, you have probably witnesses some of the ugly. Please consider this as my disclaimer.
The Chief Sinner, Jenny. →→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→

Catching a magic moment.

Right Now. I instantly go to the Pepsi commercial... 1994, and then I go to Mrs. Bryant's first period English class. Andy Bridges suggested the song. I was third seat. First row. Judith Taylor; Shawn Thurber in front of my desk. Christy Bowerman behind me. To my left, Ladonna Bosley. Kristi Furr. Kim McBride.  It's funny I can remember that, but can't remember to get toilet paper until I'm back on the road headed home from the grocery store. What gives? 

 

Right now, hey 
It's your tomorrow 
Right now, 
C'mon,it's everything 
Right now, 
Catch a magic moment, do it 
Right here and now 
It means everything 

We just had our 20th Reunion Weekend. Nothing fancy, but simple and easy.  It was a small crowd, but we were a small class.  As I laughed during the evening with our classmates, it hit me, Right Now - that moment was our tomorrow 20 years ago. I am pretty certain that in May, 1994, we didn't really care if we seen the majority our classmates 20 years later or not. We'd spent the last 12 years together. We'd seen it all. Everyday. We had witnessed each others paths, the good, the bad, and the ugly.... hit fast forward (& someone hit it quick because WOW, it's flown by); June, 2014, the path from 20 years ago, the good, the bad, and the ugly... it didn't matter.  We laughed. And laughed some more.  And laughed again. For some of you that may not know, I married my jr.high/high school sweetheart. At one point, I looked down the table at the Mr. The Mr. laughs a lot. Everyday. But this laugh was different, he was laughing in a manner that I have not witnessed in years. This laugh was special, it made a 20 year comeback. The laugh could only be produced by childhood/teenage guy friends. Lucky Ross to be exact. It was good to see that laugh on my husband's face again. Matter of fact, it was good to see the laughs on lots of faces last night. I caught a magic moment. Right here and now, it means everything. They say laughter is good for the soul. 20 year old laughter is really, really good for the soul and so is the time with friends that remember the original magic moment.   

Closing the Christmas Chapter.

Gracious, already turned the page on another Christmas holiday this week. The month of December came in like a lion. Family schedules can be so harsh but delightful all at the same time. Jeremy and I didn't know how we, oh wait, that was me, would we get it all taken care of before it was over; however, we did, but not before some long moments of silence, a married couple glare or two (or maybe three), or a family fit in the car. (Go ahead, cast that stone, I'm sure you and your family have never endured a fit in the car!) We survived the busiest weekend of the month less electricity. The Christmas pageant at church was presented to congregation. We enjoyed our family gatherings with fabulous food and laughs. My husband awarded me with my annual 2013 survival patch for the receiving of the snide remarks of a certain family member that must shoot and aim while I'm in her darling presence. (Everyone has that ONE in their family, right?) Rockie, our family Elf, was ever present. Santa delivered just as Sloan and Josie thought he may; Skylar was pleased with the givings of the season. I savored every moment of paper demolishing just as every shopping mom does! We gathered again and ate more. The Circus was tired, a few even cranky. One additional family gathering and we were in the clear for the season. The parental mindset is just one more. One more. Done. Keep on going. While traveling to the last stop, the car was quiet. Not too much left to be said or at least that's what I thought. So much happens when we're making too much noise to hear!  Sloan, who had been in the ultimate state of cranky sisterhood, whispers in the middle seat... "Jos" "Jos, are you asleep?" Josie: "Nope." Sloan: "Jos... Jos, I love you."  BE. STILL. HEART. My HEART was instantly FULL. Not from the gifts, not from the food, not from the family gatherings, but from that quiet, tired car ride to our last stop, I received my favorite gift of the 2013 season. I then pondered, in the lion roar at the beginning of the month, in the Christmas music, in the sounds of loading and unloading the Circus to and from, in the sounds of my fussing, in the sounds of my tired groans, the sounds of the mountains braking into pieces, the winds howling around me, after the earthquake, a fire (hold on, not literal, with the exception of the brief moment making Gorilla Bread,!) my, my, what OTHER whispers had I missed!  Did I sport that "Elijah hat" all month long and miss the still small voice? As the chapter comes to a close, I sit back and enjoy the blessing of the lesson of the quiet whisper that I did hear. May God bless our Circus with a quiet, whispering filled 2014, in which we hear!  

And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. 1 Kings 19:11-13 

The Art of Thanksgiving.

Southern hospitality and general manners require the reply of "thank you" when you receive anything from another person. This is an act, as parents, we have attempted to teach and engrave into our children. It must have finally caught on because the third of the three is the most genuine with her "thank you", the first and the second, well, maybe a testament to our parenting, but it's a work in progress. Polite, yes; genuine, maybe, not so much. Again, work in progress. 

I get amused at the level of annoyance people reach from the Facebook postings around this time of the year. I love it because I enjoy reading the differences in the people.  I also enjoy the annoyed posts, but again, I love reading about the differences in the people.  

Thanksgiving is an art. Now, my first thought, because I love to eat and more than that, I love and respect my Mamaw to such a degree that no words in my vocabulary exist or amount of saying it a loud that will express it, but my first thought of Thanksgiving is Mamaw behind her stove in her kitchen. [She has a counter-top cook stove with an bar across from it and the BEST conversations and laughs have happened with Mamaw on one side and us girls on the other!] The smell that greets you when you step out of the car, yes, in the yard, is a smell of love! Prepared love! Baked loved! Gravy inspired.... you get the image. If you can sneak into the house and by the recliner housing a snoozing Papaw without Mamaw actually greeting you at the door, you will walk into her dinning room and catch the Lady of the House guarding her stove and tending the pots of gold. Thanksgiving! Now, my heart is fully aware that chances are, this is not an experience I will have for my entire lifetime, which brings me to the art of Thanksgiving. My heart is truly thankful at that moment each year. Truly thankful! Like David pouring out his thankful heart into the Psalms. If I had a harp, and could play a harp, you'd hear it, because I've got the David "thanks" going on! 

Thank you should not just be a polite gesture. I am one to believe that "thank you" is very similar to "love you". I believe "tk u" should not be tossed around. It's important. Say it when you mean it. I am guilty because I try to be polite and mannerly... I say I "try". And again, Jeremy and I attempt to teach our children polite manners. But I'll be honest, I want my children to say "thank you" when they mean it; not because it's expected.  See, it's an art; to have a genuinely thankful heart.  

... in EVERYTHING give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:18. 

 

I give thanks for... Jesus Christ. Jeremy. Skylar. Josie. Sloan. Mamaw. Heated seats. Quality sheets. Sonic unsweet tea. Palazzo pants... Happy Thanksgiving all!  

The Break Up

Break ups are terrible! You read about them on the tabloids while waiting to check out at your local grocery store. You read about them on Facebook. You hear about them at sporting events. It's never a positive story. My break up is no different. And to add insult to injury it was on the phone! Yes, the phone! Because I enjoy blogging and it clears my mind, let me break down the break up for you. It went down like this: "Yes, hello, I need to make an appointment for my husband." The receptionist replies with the busy time of the year, everyone's sick response of "sorry, we don't have anything today." Now in the back of my mind, I made an appointment last week and was told the same thing, only, it was added, kindly, "no appointments today, unless you're sick." Ok, I get that. My appointment was for only for prescription refill. I make it when available and roll with it. Again, I understand. Today, was a bit different. Now, I briefly explain to the office staff that he is not running fever, but it's possible he has a small staph infection on his finger. (LONG story, but trust me) and again, "we don't have anything."  "He will have to wait." Now, in falls the interesting part. I say, not with a tone, a simple person to person question, because if you don't ask, you will not know. Correct?  Me: "are the appointments booked for everyone including the nurse practitioner?"  Often with this particular office, you need to specify.  And it goes south, fast, "[HUFF]. YES." "I told YOU we were full."  ....... pause..... she just HUFFED me. A patient. Long time. Over a question. I am still wearing my Nice Hat, because in all honesty, the stomach bug has hit our house and I am too tired to be snippy. Snippy takes energy. I am all out!  After the huff and the toned YES comes this.... ready, it's THE BREAK UP.  "If the clinic's schedule or policy does not fit the needs of your family any longer, let me suggest you find another clinic to suit your family's needs." BAM. Just like that. My doctor's office broke up with my family. I'm left clinging to the phone. Shocked. Single. And now alone on the phone.  Does Dr. know she just broke up with my family?   

Now, I am running all sorts of scenarios through my mind as often you do when there has been a break up. I should have said this, I should of said that, did I offend this way, did I offend that way. One random Wednesday call ended it all; a long term medical relationship, gone.  In all fairness, due to my employment, I go out of my way to understand anyone's staff and the position and the moment. I am fully aware my family is not the only patient and never have I acted as so. I am patient when I have to ask twice for a pharmacy call; I pay my bill. But, I just got dumped! Break ups are not easy; especially when it's "sick season with three kids". 

 

Busy Badge, take II.

And then I see this.... I had to share - before I got too busy!!  (jk)

Put that "Busy Badge" away!

My pal, Haley, pinned a quote recently that I just cannot stop thinking about.  Stop the glorification of busy! My heart stopped.  - - That's it! I have waited for just the proper thing to say for ages now and that pin slapped me in the face.  Today alone because I've had that quote on my mind, I've counted three conversations with females that flashed their busy badge! (Yes, I did count and yes, I did keep the tally on a post it note.)  And this is how it goes.

I can't be alone in noticing that the women in this world uphold "Busy" like it's an honor.  In my book, "Busy" has become the most ugly four letter world in our motherly vocab; and let's just say, I use that four letter word like a sailor uses profanity!  (Do sailors really use profanity that much; say more than the average mom?) Yes, I have pulled my busy badge and flashed it - I mean FLASHED IT like a surgeon's size D at Mardi Gras. (Yikes, sorry for the illustration!)You get a group of ladies around and you will hear it. Busy. Busy. Busy. Busy. I've got this. I've got that.  I just can't because I've GOT, I've GOT, I've GOT.  It's ok to say, no thank you. But, we can't just leave it at that. We feel the urge to let you know what we've got and then if you don't buy it, just let me open my phone calendar app and show you missy prissy! (You know you've been forced to look at some mother's calendar just where she can show you just how much she has to do!!!) It used to be my children this, my kid this, my son that, my daughter beat your daughter, bumper stickers that reflect honor roll status, blah blah blah, but now, our generation has up'd the level.  We replaced our children with... busy.  Granted, people are busy.  It takes time to raise your family, keep your kids on the honor roll, tend to your household, extracurricular activities, but our generation just couldn't accept the bumper sticker, we decided to up the ante! We lie to ourselves and say it's for the betterment of our families.  But, is it really? Our children are a heritage from our Lord.  Will our families benefit from all the busy?  Don't take me wrong.  The Circus spends lots of time in the family car going from one place to the other.  It's family life.  But... have I stopped giving God the glory for all the wonderful opportunities my family and I get to share in or placed the spotlight on my "busy badge"? I'd say, I have experienced my share of spotlighting. Sigh.  I am aware that whatever we do we can choose to give the glory to God. And in all honesty, I do try. However, polishing up the "busy badge" to outshine the Maker of Heaven isn't fooling Him or anyone else.  Romans 11:36... to Him be the glory forever.  (No "busy badge" mentioned.)  Hmmmm.  So, ladies, we've got to stop the insanity and stop glorifying the busy by flashing the "busy badge".  There is only One that is righteous enough to be given ALL the glory and I doubt He's willing to share it with any "busy badge" of ours.

Tsunami warnings.

I love shoes. Not a surprise, most women do.  My closet is the home of more shoes than needed.  Again, not a surprise, as do most women,  My closet is a bit different than most.  I house my shoes in their original boxes and I am a freak about it.  The seasonal shoes are placed on the floor in their proper home.  The non-seasonal get placed on the rack high above the on-goings for the season just waiting patiently to be out and about as the perfect accessory.  And yes, the new, save the planet, recycle, shoes without boxes, messes with my head!

Now, all this to set the tone.  Friday evening, quiet around the place, and the houseplants are screaming WATER ME, DRINK, HAPPY HOUR, H20.  As I am delighting in the fact that again, it's Friday, it's quiet, and the Circus Tent is tidy, I play a little mother nature and make it rain for my green, oxygen makers.  One by one place the delight and sigh in the faux rain forest.  

This is where Friday evening begins to go terribly south. I decide to sneak in a quick, one round of Candy Crush.  [You know where this is headed don't you fellow players.]  There is NO, ONE round of Candy Crush. I am enthralled into the land of reds, yellows and pesky chocolates, when Sloan says [I'm only half listening, don't judge!!!] Mom why is the shower running. My answer, "oh, Josie must be in there".  And I'm off to sprinkled candy land.

OMW. PANIC. THE SHOWER. THE PLANT.  I have officially flooded the bathroom. But wait, my bathroom is connected to my closet/laundry room.  THE FLOOR.  THE SHOES.  Immediately, I dart over to the shower to kill the water flow, open the shower door, and there it is... TSUNAMI.  The wave of water that rolled over the bottom of my shower floor rippled like a tsunami causing the water to target my shoes. MY SHOES.  Josie, feeling the panic, darted to the dirty clothes hamper, dumped out the towels all along the rows of shoes. Her female instinct kicked in to save the shoes! She created the barrier to save the shoes.
While standing, not quiet ankle deep in the aftermath, the closet grew quiet. She and I locked eyes. Josie, in all her wit, cracks the silence with "Mom... that tsunami almost took out the shoes!"  "We had no warning!" "It could have been a disaster if it had reached the brown boots!"  

Who knew we'd experience a tsunami today?  Happy Friday all, hope everyone enjoys a disaster free weekend!      

Moments... like Miley.

Miley Cyrus.  All over the foam finger one moment and the news the next.  What was she thinking?  Or lack thereof?  She has people:  people that encouraged her; people that choreographed her; people that dressed her; people that assisted her; people that prepped her all for THAT moment at the VMA's.  And bam, it was a train wreck. You'll get no blog hate from this momma; my heart is sad.  Whether or not you're a fan, she has talent and skills that not everyone possesses. [My shower will attest to that!!] Last night for MC was a perfect example of the outcome of "people" in your ear.  You'll look great.  You'll sound better.  You'll be hot!  It will be HUGE! Well, it was huge alright. [ouch!]  Who has not been there with people in your ear? Only difference, most likely our HUGE BAM was not live at the VMA's and now the most searched item on Yahoo. [Thank you Lord Jesus for the things You don't give us.]  Place yourself in her weird, platform type

shoes for a moment. What IF your HUGE BAM moment was played live for the world to see. Over and over. Googled. Over and over.  Ok, maybe the country, the state, the county, the city, or just the eyes of few. Ohhh, you don't have a bam moment?!?!? [whatever]  Again, I am sad for her.  We all have shadows we want to outgrow, overcome, or move away from whether it be a bad decision or the moment when we acted a fool.  MC was trying to outgrow Hannah Montana and stumbled, ok, actually, plowed into the ground, but still, it's a fall. She needs grace just as I do. If you were watching that with your children and you felt the need to hide their eyes, you probably should have OR, here's a novel idea, used it for a valuable lesson (1) don't let people in your ear, (2) innocence can be lost, and (3) He has enough grace for MC and His grace is sufficient for even me!   

Pom Poms and Paul.

I was studying for the Wednesday Night Teen lesson titled The Amazing Race. Isn't this race we are running amazing! The teens needed a lesson on encouragement because let's face it, everyone, every now and again (ok, MWF, for me, I won't lie!) needs a cheerleader.  Once the lesson was penned, I applied it to my race.  We need cheer.  Paul was THE Cheer Captain I tell you. NCA girls got nothin' on him. He cheered on Timothy and cheered on Timothy.  Keep on keeping on Timmy! Get it done! You got this! God's got you. In the dark moments from dark places, Paul cheered. It wasn't like he was sitting on some park bench enjoying the view, texting Tim, while sipping from his favorite Red Straw.  He had crises.  He had responsibilities; and all the while he was running too.  BUT HE CHEERED. Let's face it, it's not like I have shed any blood in this race like my Creator. I cry out and believe the race is over when my favorite shirt is on clearance and in every size except mine!  (Isn't that annoying!) I merely, for a second, ok, maybe several minutes, remove my eyes from the Creator and trip over my own two sinful feet. BAM. Pavement. And yes, there always seem to be witnesses. (You know the ones, NOT CHEERING!!!)  It seems like I never lick the dirt in the privacy of my own track.  But then I hear, Jenny, you got this! Keep on keeping on! Get it done!  You got this!  God's got you. It's my race friends. The team. Cheering. Encouraging. Supporting. Picking out the pieces of gravel from my nostril, helping me wipe off my behind - you get the point, I don't fall graceful folks.  So, I guess all in all I am glad I don't lick the dirt on a track alone.  Who would be physically there to cheer?  You see, we ALL need cheerleaders. And cheerleaders NEED cheer captains. Good ole' Tim, he had the best, Captain Paul of God's Cheer Team. In your race, who is your cheerleader(s) and who is their cheer captain?  Take a moment today to review your race and those that have cheered you along this far. The race is amazing. Amazingly hard, fast, rocky, curvy, and steep, but bigger and louder are those cheerleaders urging you to "keep on keeping on". As you pass by your cheering section, recognize the faces, pray for their continued support and be thankful for their Fight Song!        

Shhh....

Not having a sister, I love watching my two girls interact with another. I have a brother.  A great one, but brothers don't share secrets, and well, really could care less about most secrets their sisters may have hidden away in their sparkly little hearts.  I guess you could say I am living this portion out with my girls.  It's fun. It's annoying. It causes fights. But, it's fun.  There is nothing more frustrating for one if the other slips up and let's a secret escape. However, they keep sharing with each other.  Over and over. They enjoy allowing the other to know things about themselves.   It's bonding.  Most of the time, it's pillow talk between the two and my motherly heart delights in their sisterhood.  Little girls are not the only ones that love secrets.  Adults do, too. What is it about something hidden away that we can't wait to discover. You know like that Skinny Cow ice cream bar that you placed deep in the depths of the freezer behind the purple hull peas in order to keep anyone from touching.  Yeah, that secret!  Secrets are not always as simple as the ice cream behind the peas. It seems like the more dangerous the secret the more we, as adults, marvel in them.  It's a shame really. Secrets have destroyed many a people. The Mr. has always said that in my family, there are NO secrets.  I know this ideal is shared with some of the other men in the Tugwell/Freeland families.  However, I declare that it's simply not true! (But secretly, shhh, it is!)

The Mrs.'s Top 10 Secrets.  

10.  I use the Mr.'s razor and deny it in an adamant nature.  

  9.  Yes, it's me that has an ice cream bar hidden in the freezer.  

  8.  I have gained double digits in weight over the last year.  See No. 9. 

  7.  I have trouble buying the right size underwear. (Is it just me?)

  6.  I am addicted to Candy Crush 

  5.  I bought a life on Candy Crush.  (Ok, twice, see No. 6.)  SMH

  4.  I put the toilet paper on upside down in order to cause chaos. 

  3.  I smell the backs and posts of earrings.  

  2.  My product labels must face to the front always.  

  1.  Often when mowing the yard, I do the one hand over nostril and blow thing. (Gahhh, I shared.)    

Wow, that feels good.  No secrets.  You all now know that I am a lady who picks at her incorrectly sized  underwear while playing Candy Crush and eating the hidden ice cream bar. Now, please don't avoid contact in WalMart because you know my secrets, it's ok, we've all got them!  Happy Thursday all.   

Better than you...all churchy and stuff.

I can't believe I going here, but here it goes - deep breath, I am prepared to get many an eye roll! For me and for any one else that attends church on a regular basis, how often do you hear a derogatory tone about "church going" or a sarcastic tone about "ohhhh YOU go to church?" or an air quote "she's a Christian" or "so and so thinks she/he is SO much better than _____ (feel free to insert a name here) because they GO to that church." and the list goes on and on. You know it and I know it.  As for my sinning self, I attend church because I desire too - DESIRE too, in case you missed it. I rely on my Savior at each moment of the day. I can do Bible studies, I can study my lessons, I can read my Bible, and I pray. BUT, I NEED my church, NEED, in case you missed it. I giggle at the thought of impressing someone by attending church and belly laugh, almost to the point of a snort, at the thought of me thinking I impress someone by attending church. Sundays can be a struggle; same as Monday through Saturday. Oh and Wednesday, whew, we've slid sideways on the parking lot just to make it in time! (I'm almost serious!!) The Circus, we're often late; over sleep and miss a service; run back into the house for a bathroom trip; may have forgotten to study the lesson; break the speed limit to make it on time; sometimes forget a Bible; and ... wait for it...snap at each other on the way to church!  GASP. Yep, I know you're surprised, right!  What church going people actually fight in the car!?!?!  You see, I am a sinner saved by grace. I don't get that grace from attending church. I don't get that grace from impressing anyone or receiving stars on an attendance chart. I receive that grace from my Savior. I attend church to worship and praise Him for all that He does or yes, can I get an amen, for all that He has not done! AMEN!  When I tell you that I am glad to see you at church, or invite you to church or even let you know that you have been missed at church, it's not because I am trying to impress you or make you believe that you must have an invitation or by all means, that my sins are prettier than yours, but simply, that it's a good great place to meet your Savior and build relationships with others that walk the same path. Oh and yes, I have struggles. Sundays and pews don't fix struggles! It allows me to deal with them better! And hold up, not BETTER THAN YOU, just better than me alone!  Now, knock off the derogatory remarks will you, because ain't nobody got time for that!  

Here I go again

Who has time to blog, right?  Most moms I know are a wife, a mom, an employee, a taxi driver, a teacher, a cheerleader, and an exhausted individual.  But lately, I find myself with many thoughts that I need to distribute outside my clogged brain.  I have no other place to put them and as most females, they run rampant through my mind right about the time it's "lights out" for the evening.  In an attempt to rid my mind and give myself a recount, I will attempt to blog again.  It's for me. If you want to read, hey, the more the merrier.  

For some reason this week, I have failed to place Satan behind me upon awakening.  And yes, he has been on my back all week.  Today is no different.  It seems that I have been a front seat viewer of the "Jenny. Lifetime of Failures" preview. It's been a steady highlight reel of the fallen, the broken, the what-ifs, the could have been betters, the... well you get the picture. And if I am honest with myself, I have put him behind me several times already this week, but when will I stop turning my head to look behind to see what he is up to? Enough already. 

2 Cor. 5:17. Therefore if any man be in Christ, 

he is a new creature: 

old things are passed away; 

behold, all things are become new.

I am in Christ, a new creature.  The old are passed away.  I don't have to watch the failures highlighted in the movie reel. It's a new day.  Now, let me get to it and focus head! 

Need you moments

Tonight was our monthly Jr. Girls Auxiliary Meeting at MMBC.  I really look forward to meeting with the girls.  They are such a breath of fresh air.  It is my prayer that they become gals after God's heart.  Some already are, some are on their way! PTL for those gals! That age just feels like it was yesterday... oh but trust me when I realize it wasn't!  This particular lesson, I studied and prayed, studied and prayed, studied and prayed some more.  It was heavy on my heart for the girls.  In the moment of getting to class, the circus literally meet each other on the carport.  It was a brief, how was your day, love you, kiss on the forehead and we went our separate ways.  Not thinking much about it, it's normal.  It's how we roll, right.  Oh, but God had a lesson for ME.  I must not forget... I have girls watching and learning... little eyes taking it all in-learning from mom.  I hadn't been in long when I make the bedtime announcement! I rush them into their rooms, pull back the bed sheets, concerned about getting the throw pillows off the floor, my typical OCD mess, because you know, us moms have STUFF to do.  I hear Josie say... Mom, I need you.  For some reason, tonight the NEED you stopped my heart.  We were in slow motion.  I  NEEEEEED you. It's a small moment. But a big moment.  I crawled into her bed and asked what she needed.  Her reply, just you. She needed ME.  Her mom.  Thank you GOD for that moment on my path; may I not take it for granted and forget who needs me most.  May I not bundle my children up in a "busy-life" package because that's just how we roll; may I take the time for them because it's what they deserve! May God bless me with more NEED you moments!

We're nuts.

Summer time is here! Extreme couponing is about us... I know right.  I love it.  I can't do it. But I love it. Hello. My name is Jenny. I'm addicting to wanting to be extreme.  Purchased 2 movie tickets for $9 last week and I was HOOKED.  Now, today, I'm excited about  attempting to get free hot dogs. HA. Yes, it's nuts.

Now summer time is here take II.  Flies. Everywhere.  I hate flies. What gives people?  Where did they all come from.  Did they have a breeding session this winter? I don't know, but something has to give here. 

Summer time take III.   The house door opens. closes. opens. closes. opens. closes. opens. closes.  Yes, I've actually said "were you born in a barn." Which take III leaves lots of room for take II! Open. close. fly. fly. fly. open. close. fly. fly.

Summer time take IV... stay tuned.  How knows, I might write it while eating a free hotdog! :)

June 2 "Like"

Thursday. June 2. "Like".  Ok, this is a bit diff from normal so hang with me.  God just delivered an answered prayer. YAY God!  You Go God. You are SO good.  We are SO blessed.  I wish I could blog a feeling... but this is the best I can do.  I feel like the little boy with the fish and bread.  God took the little I had, and I mean little, and blessed it, and blessed it, and blessed it, and I am relating (somewhat) to the boy with the fish and bread.  There I stood, my mouth open, and in awe, absolute awe, and what God can do and DOES.  I'm not even going to stop at this point and say... Girl, why ARE you surprised. After all, HE IS GOD.  I'm going to skip that for now.  I'll deal with that later.  But for right now, me and that little boy... I can relate, not about fish and bread, but about having a little bit of something and asking God for the blessing and watching, almost literal here, watching it become bigger and better, bigger and better!! Have I mentioned, GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD!?!?!?! One day, I will run to that boy and ask him if his mouth was wide open in amazement too.  Or who knows... children are so smart, maybe he wasn't shocked. Maybe he trusted God more than I. Maybe this is a lesson of loving and believing like a child. Maybe. But for sure, God is SO good and He has blessed my family more than we will or have ever deserved!     

JUST BECAUSE... it's funny and yes it could possibly be my childhood photo!  Laughter is so good for the soul! 

From tough skin to letting it ALL hang out

While at a ladies retreat over one weekend, our faciliator asked us an icebreaker question, being: "if you could be any of the animals on the Ark, which one would you choose and why?"  Well and odd question, but a good question.  Her answer was a giraffe and I was thinking, good answer!  Their awkward creatures, long necked, long legs, long tongue (I bet my mouth would REALLY get into trouble then), these little horn like things, very beautiful print, and they're high up there and can really see the view.  My answer was a Rhino. Let's be honest, NO ONE messes with the Rhino.  They have this armor that can HOOK the mess out of you... you get my drift.  They have thick skin.  They are firmly planted to the ground.  They just put off this message of "I shall not be moved".  Ok, but then I realized, I would love to be the Rhino, but I'm more like that "monkey" caught picking her nose open to the rest of the ark. She's flinging her "mess" around the ark and it stinks!!  LOL! Or better yet, she's the one that you can't help watch her and the family of monkeys because it's like a train wreck with her rear-end openly exposed!!!  You know what I mean... geez. You just want to say, why God... why did you leave that poor little monkeys butt all exposed??? WHY??? hahaha. So as much as I want to be a rhino, I should have maybe mentioned that I am more the monkey! :/  But, the question was COULD BE, right! And is it just me or does that poor monkey always look crazy.. just sayin.

personalized stitching

I am ssoooo slow! To say the least about myself at this given moment.  I love the fact that each bump in the path is personalized by God.  I heard myself say something this weekend that has still hidden away in my mind. Sloan was completely personalized by God. Now, yes I know all my children are, but you see, God had a plan for little ole' me and it involved big happenings... Sloan.  What a dear dear gift she is.  And now I can see that more and more clearly everyday.  God knows my ways. God knows my path. God knew my heart, then and now.  He gave me this Gift but He allowed the gift to bring me to my knees and back to His plan all the while realizing it wasn't about MY plan, but His.  And WOW, isnt His plan better!! (DUH)  You see this is were I get into the "being slow" part.  it's taken me 4 years to actually "get it".  He has changed our family thru her... He used His totally personalized gift to change our lives.  I don't know about you all, but I loved personalized stitching... :)

Happy Birthday Sloan!

Still can't believe today our little surprise gift is 4! HOW time flies when you are having a good time.  And time is flying and we are having a great time.  Life is good, crazy, busy, and revived!  Happy Birthday today to our sweet surprise party!  God has complete control and gifted us a very precious part of our life, Sloan Rae. 
Some time ago I posted on Facebook that I would no longer rush and hurry.  We felt that we were constantly telling the kids to hurry. Come on. Now. We have got to GO. Go now. Come on.  We were in a rut of urgency.  So I made a vow to no longer rush their life for my agenda or their agenda or whatever agenda was before us that particular moment.  I am pleased to blog that we have ended the urgent clauses of COME ON. GO NOW. HURRY.  Now, Im not pretending that we don't move at fast speed but the tone and pace has changed for the betterment of our family. I remember that a friend of mine commented on the post that morning with "good luck".   Thanks for the luck because it worked!  The circus gets out the door without the urgent hateful clause pounded in their ears.  To be honest, I didnt want them to look at me 20 years from now and think they heard those urgent clauses more than they heard I love you.  Our children hear those special 3 words in their ears often because it's said, BUT on the flip side, I heard us telling them, Come on, Now, Hurry, much more often in a day than those special I love yous.  So, maybe, just maybe, 25 years from now at family gatherings they will not be laughing that all mom and dad ever said was Hurry!