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From the famous mouth of our youngest….

(Not wanting to look up the word “city” in the dictionary, he proclaims that he already knows the definition!)  “City – A city is a place that has lots of fancy clothes and has lots of stores, has airplanes, has a lot of bridges, and it has alot and alot of TOYS!”

The dictionary’s version:  “city – a large important center of population and business activity”

I would say he’s pretty close, wouldn’t you? 🙂

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Laughing 13

Eldest Son:  “Is O.C.D. like O.M.G.?”

Youngest Son:  (He has hazel eyes.) (Said while filling out a child i.d. kit…)  “Do I put “multicolored“?

I haven’t posted any of these in a while, but if you’d like to see more of my silly kids’ quotes, click “Kids Quotes” on the tag cloud or “Humor” on the category cloud in the sidebar.  Who needs a baby book?  This is what blogs are for 🙂

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Cutting Hay with a Weedeater

Welllllllll!  Hello again!!!

Yes, it’s me……the girl who faithfully, unfaithfully always but rarely ever keeps on the planned path!

What happened to the days when I used to write a list, stick by the list, and ever-so-purposefully stay committed to a daily schedule?

What has happened to me?!  All of the sudden, I find myself hardly even making it through my morning cup of coffee?!  I start something but can’t seem to get to the end of it.  I’m failing at my goal of reading through the bible this year.  I hardly ever write on this dusty blog anymore.  I stopped counting carbs.  I. even. almost. paid. the. car. payment. late. last. month! {gasp!}

This is not me!  I am the “i” dotter, the “t” crosser, the list maker, the oh-so-organized one.  I look for things to accomplish and pursue them.  I don’t live spontaneously……at least until now.

Could this be a mid-life crisis?!  Could I actually be turning over a new “leaf”, or rather bending the corner edge of it?

Maybe I’ve just fallen off the proverbial “deep end”.  I’m one stick short of ……. something.  I’ve got a “loose screw”.  Somebody took it to the country, and duct taped it to the front door of our new little “paradise”.

Our “paradise” is truly a “paradise”, too…..with capital QUOTATION MARKS!

We are mooo-vin to the country, y’all.

Since the day we married 26+ years ago, the hubby and I have had a dream of owning land in the country.  We have always wanted our kids to experience the freedom of running through a field, seeing stars at night, smelling fresh air and even, well…..the wonderful scent of cow poop!

We always wanted it, but life didn’t make that happen until now.

Signing the papers this past week, we can now call our own piece of “heaven-on-earth” ours!

It has a huge pond!  Ok, well, it will be huge when it starts raining again.

It has a beautiful hay field!  Ok, well yes, it’s covered in about a million and one grasshoppers at the moment.

It has a barn!  Uh hum…….ok, PARTS of the barn are falling off right now, but we can and will fix that!

It has a house!…..a big, beautiful two story house……..I mean a modest but cute three bedroom, two bath house….ok, I’ll just spit it out as it is……a basically one room/one bathroom cabin.

Yes, we……all FOUR of us, plan to LIVE in that cabin for who knows how long until we can figure out a way to add on.

Lord help us.

Have we lost our MINDS?!

I go from excitement to times needing a time machine to take us back to one day before we signed the papers.  I LOVE the land … not so fond of the house!

We may have to do as I recently read and cut hay with a weedeater.  It was an article about some people who call themselves a bit “off their rocker”.  They went on to explain how having no hay equipment, they proceeded to cut their 10 acre field of hay with a weedeater.  They hand raked the cut hay and then tossed it into a truck bed.  Once at the barn, they loaded it onto a tarp that was raised to the hay loft in the barn for storage.  Admittedly, they called themselves “crazy”! ( …and that may be just what we are too!?)

The “far and future” is full of plans and dreams.  The “here and now” looks a little grim.

Thankfully, our first full weekend of demolition included the help of some great friends.  We also took time to play and enjoy what we could.  Lord help us…..we are determined to be happy in our little “paradise” 🙂

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My Genius Grandbaby

“A genius is someone embodying exceptional intellectual ability, creativity, or originality, typically to a degree that is associated with the achievement of unprecedented insight.”  (Wikipedia)

Son (spelling so as to not alert the little one of our plans):  “Mom, when are we leaving to go S-W-I-M-M-I-N-G?”

Two Year Old Grandbaby’s immediate response: “Gwamaw!  I wanna go SWIMMING!”

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Losing Everything to Gain Everything

“Pretend your family has to leave your home quickly.  You may take only one suitcase.  What would you pack?”

This was the question on an assignment my boys had to complete and that I am just now grading.  I chuckled when I read their answers:

  1. Cloths (I believe this should be “clothes” 😉
  2. Toby (the family dog)
  3. Toby’s food
  4. Action figure
  5. bible
  6. toys
  7. pants
  8. underwear (yes, I agree….these are VERY important!)
  9. shirts
  10. books
  11. DS
  12. yogurt covered raisins
  13. charger for DS

LOL!  My how priorities remain different for each of us!  What was on your list? 

I was thinking about pictures, important documents, my purse, etc.  yet to young boys, action figures and video games remain as one of the most important things they own.

Recent tornadic events have swept away what alot of people would consider important.  The residents of Diamond Creek in Forney, Texas  are still picking through what is left of their material possessions.  What may have seemed so important at the beginning of the year is probably very different for most right now. 

Realizing that no one died or was seriously injured surely has caused our community to come back to the importance of life.  Having our families, friends, and neighbors well and healthy brings about a new appreciation for the protection, love, and intervention of God.

Now that the clean up is mostly done and the rebuild is going on, what will we do with this memory?  Will we do what we can to go back to life as it was before the tornado?  Will we build our houses, both physically and spiritually, in such a way that we duplicate what was the “norm”?  Just how long will it take for us to forget the blessings of the past weeks, and start to replace all the “stuff” God allowed to vanish?

I’m not just talking about houses, cars, clothes, and video games.  The “stuff” I’m referring to is our need to gather all those things  — the American dream, the desire toward pridefulness and power and position, and our insistence to keep up with “The Joneses”. 

Stuff like the comfortableness in which we live, or perhaps the wastefulness of our time…the hoarding of treasures and memories.  The stuff we take for granted.  Stuff that pales in comparison to life and relationships.  Stuff comes in lots of forms:  money, position, technology, business, paper, plastic, convenience, procrastination, beautiful colors, memoriable events, books, and ideals.  It can permeate our lives before we even stop to realize that most of it is just “stuff”.

A pastor of the local church we have recently visited took time to speak of such stuff and the effects it can have on our lives.  His thought provoking question was “Is it eternal?” 

The absolute answer to most of our “stuff” is “No, it’s not.”

We often, even unknowingly, use our stuff to set an image to others of what our life is like.  These images are usually false and not at all a real representation.

Years ago, I realized that good friends in my life actually thought I was much more than I am.  They were surprised to hear that my house is not always clean, my children do not always behave, and I, even I, made mistakes.  {gasp!}  I guess because of my quest for perfection at work, they believed my personal life was also that way. 

(And now I just feel the need to break here and laugh out loud!!!  Bwa hahahahaha!)

What my friends had no clue about was that I frequently mess up.  I have baggage.  My house is pretty much always a wreck  (at least until I know someone is coming over, lol).  Try as I may, I cannot clean enough around here.  Try as I might, stuff creeps into my time and thoughts and many times prevents me from being what I know I should be.

Right now in my living room there are mounds of toys, video games,  and a tent set up and encompassing the small amount of space still visible on the floor.  There’s dust on the ceiling fan and furniture, something stuck on the floor under the rocking chair, and toe prints from where the boys and grandchild have endlessly walked on the wooden floor.  I have two sinks full of dirty dishes, things scattered across the kitchen counter, and a whole stack of papers to grade on the table.  Outside, within my current view, is a bag of lawn clippings that need to be thrown out.  There is also bits of fuzz scattered all over the back lawn from where the puppy decided to shred our grill cover…..again. 

This is everyday life around here.  If you called and said you were on the way to our house, I would most assuredly rush to put away all this stuff! 

Still, even though rushing to clean up the house for you, I would hope that our lives represent a real-ness from the Lord.  Even if you came unannounced, I would invite you in, longing to make you feel welcome and be attentive to the purpose for your visit.  I would hope that even surrounded in my stuff, you would enjoy being here and look past my failures as a Domestic Engineer.

I wasn’t always this way.  I used to put only my best foot forward trying to impress and amaze.  During that time, only the best of my stuff was on display.  Nice dishes, perfectly folded towels, trophies, perfectly dressed children pre-scolded about their behavior lined up at the door to greet all who enter… these were part of the stuff I wanted people to see.

What hides behind a perfectly displayed life?  How many times do we greet others masking the events of our personal life with a smile and a nod?  Do we really expect our stuff to effectively shield true lives? 

Our life is messy.  I am definately not perfect.  We have too much non-eternal stuff around here, and what I have figured out is that I don’t have time to lead a non-eternal, stuff-filled life anymore.

Learning to look past stuff, taking moments to address stuff, and talking about how less important alot of stuff is in our lives has led us to alot of decisions.  We have purposefully tried to let go of stuff and look toward only what God would set before us.  These past few years have led us to leave alot behind.  Whether purposefully removed by us or by God, we have found that our lives are becoming more of what they should be. 

This is still transforming even now as we seek our next residence and ministry, but all I can say is “Wow, God really is better than our stuff!”  His stuff is lasting.  His provision is real.  He really does know what it is we should be doing and how we should be doing it.  We just have to lose our stuff to gain His.

There’s still alot of unanswered questions about our immediate future but I honestly believe that wherever He takes us, it will be the right place.  His allowing us to lose stuff in our lives is leading us to a better place.  Although a bit painful at times, the journey is proving more eye-opening every day. 

Sometimes we have to lose everything as we know it, or aspire it to be in order to gain just what He wants, and it is then that the eternal stuff starts to matter a great deal more.

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Boys Birds and Bees

Son 1:  “Mom?  So if I want to find the right girl, I take a rib from my side, put it into some dirt, say a magic spell and then I get my perfect girl, right?  Is that how it works?”

Me:  “Well………..almost” 😉

(Several moments later….)

Son 1:  “So are yall going to have another baby?” 

Me:  “That’s up to God.  He’s the Creator.” 

Son 1:   “Mommmmm, we know how the system works.”

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Boys will be Boys

…even when there’s a dollhouse in the room!

I love that they will play house with the grandbaby!  They are such proud uncles and have already proven their love through numerous toe nail paintings, tea parties and even an occasional “rock the baby” moment.

What especially warms my heart today, though, is seeing them play with the dollhouse even though the grandbaby is not here!  At their ages, it kind of feels like the last time I saw my daughters playing Barbies.  Knowing they are growing up so fast makes me want to just duct tape all their favorite toys to their bodies and pray it stops time just for a while longer.

Boys play so “boy-like”, regardless of the toy.  From infancy it seems they learn car sounds and the “put-put-puts” of a motorcycle engine like it were a natural first part of speech.  (Which I believe it is!)

Though still maintaining a nice level of masculinity, they have spent the last 30 minutes moving cars and dogs throughout the dollhouse’s corridors.  They like to press the button that flushes the little dollhouse commode.

If you were here, you would experience the sounds of a “tornado” as it nears the dollhouse and the safety preparations of its’ inhabitants.  You would fear that at any moment the imaginary tree is going to come crashing down across the roof, killing the people, and splashing their blood all over the place.  (kind of morbid, I know…..sorry 😉

The little kitchen adequately provides make-believe snacks…every 5 seconds…just like my boys really demand.

The doll swing goes round and round just like what all little boys believe they experience on the playground, regardless of what limb or body part may be broken in the failed landing.

My boys still play “house”.  Yay!

And now I have this picture to use for blackmail during their teenage years!  (In my most sinister voice…)  Bwa ha ha haaaaaa!

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